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As we both rise from our seats, gunshots echo from the other side of the door.
Turning toward me, Hadley makes her move. “Run, Emily, and don’t look back.”
Without being told twice, I run toward the doors leading to the kitchen and make my escape.
“Luciana!” I hear Antonio yell as the doors close behind me. “Don’t allow her to escape!” he demands.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Hawke
“That’s the signal,” Sean confirms. “Let’s move.”
I laughed when Hadley told us her signal would be, ‘thank you for accommodating me.’ Typically it’s one word, but that girl wanted her dealings with Antonio to be as inconspicuous as possible.
Turning the handle, Sean opens the door slowly to avoid alerting anyone to our presence. Once the coast is clear, we enter the building but are soon confronted by the other four men who had entered a short time earlier.
“Stop,” one yells, halting our progress.
Leaving three of his comrades behind, the fourth one slips into the room we believe Hadley and Emily are currently occupying, which will mean nothing but trouble for us.
“This is quite the standoff, wouldn’t you say?” Antony smugly torments them.
The three men before us hold their stance without a word while maintaining their silence. Movement behind them distracts one of the shooters allowing Sean to edge close enough to take him out. At the same time Sean fires at him, the gunman manages to pull the trigger on his weapon, hitting Antony in the leg.
“Dad,” Sean yells.
“I’m fine, Sean, keep moving,” I hear him yell as he scrambles behind the large palm in the foyer. “Remember your mission.”
Just as Antony finds a safe place to lay low, the door to the room opens, and out walks the one man I believed to be dead for all these years.
With his back to the wall and his gun raised toward Alejandro’s men, Sean holds his position, awaiting my signal.
“I should have known it would be you,” Alejandro alleges, arrogance lining his tone. “No other man would dare invade a compound such as Antonio’s.”
“And you should be dead,” I flatly reply.
The grin that engulfs his face is a devilish one.
“Yes, Hawke,” he states. “I should be, but lady luck shone down on me that day.”
“How?” I demand, cutting him off.
“How did lady luck shine down on me?” he torments, edging closer. “Or how did I evade the assassin you sent after me?”
He stops short of me with his men flanking closely behind and tells them to hold their position. His move surprises me as it leaves Sean positioned directly at their rear.
“I always knew you would send someone to kill me, Hawke, so I sent a decoy in my place.”
Brazenly, he continues, disclosing that his younger brother had been keen to travel to the US in Alejandro’s place, so he allowed him to. He didn’t tell his brother that he’d already received intel from his FBI informant that we’d put a hit out on him. According to Alejandro, his younger brother had wronged him, and this was his punishment for his actions. He may have loved him, but the shame he had brought upon their family meant he needed to be dealt with swiftly and violently.
“And who was this FBI informant you speak of?” I interrupt in the hope that he will reveal the identity of his man inside the bureau.
His reply catches me off guard.
Flashing that devilish grin once more. “El Mazir,” he boldly answers. “But you know him as Christopher Asher.”
Son of a bitch!
