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“Easy man . . .” He reached for the unsteady wheel again.
I batted his hand away. “I’m fine, asshat!”
“Well stop acting like you’re going to roll us into the sand like one of those goddamn tumbleweeds. Celt’s like a brother to me. I’m trying to make it back and save them just like you.”
I let out a low rumble in my chest, doubting that he had the same motivation. Bou crossed my mind making my inner monster roar, Mine. I needed rescue my girl. Yeah, after all this shit, I was done denying it. I’d brought the AX3 down on them for my personal revenge. But that shit had grown beyond what I’d expected, and I was going to make it right if it was the last thing I did. Then, if I was still alive and kicking, I was laying claim to that goddess once and for fucking all.
Cook sighed. “Look, Rex has already put all our border men on alert. It’ll have to look like I’m bringing you back per his orders or else we’re going to run into a shitload of trouble before we even pull into The Ridge. We’ll lose the advantage if you’re rowing the fucking boat.”
Goddamnit, the man had a point. “Fine, but slipknots only. Read me?”
“Fine,” Cook conceded “But we have a bigger problem than how I tie you up. One phone call from those assholes at the motel to the border guard and we’re both toast.”
“Fuck!” I rubbed my eyes with my fists. “We go to another check point then?”
Cook shook his head. “They’ve all got phones, Wilde. This one is the closest. We have to hope we get through it before the idiots back at the motel use their communal brain cell.
* * *
With the border crossing lights in view, I stopped the truck. I crawled into the back with Cyd and Cook tied and gagged me loosely. In the back, without enough room for two six-foot-plus bulky bodies, I had to cuddle up with The Greek. I made sure there was a blanket covering the piece of shit, but I could still smell the old sex and cigarettes. I kicked him for good measure.
Wind whipped through the inside of the Bronco as Cook pulled up to the guard shack. I held my breath to hear what Cook would say. We’d left the motel fifteen minutes back. Easily enough time to make a phone call.
“Hey, Tice. You draw the short straw tonight?”
“Nah, man. Wednesday’s my regular night to work.” Tice—I guessed—shone his flashlight into the front seat then onto me.
I bucked like I was trying to get loose, but kept my hands and feet situated so I didn’t slip the ropes too soon.
Holding the flashlight in my eyes, Tice said, “Nice work. Where’s Gus?”
I let out a low breath. If he was asking about Gus, he hadn’t been called yet.
Just as the thought hit my brain, a phone sounded out from somewhere behind him.
“He’ll be along sometime tomorrow on this fucker’s bike,” Cook said, urgency filling his voice.
I railed against the ropes again for good measure, grunting as if I couldn’t get much out through the loose gag in my mouth.
Tice laughed and removed that goddamn light from my eyes. I continued to murmur against the gag to keep up the show until he waved us on through.
The second we passed out of the booth at the border, Cook hit the gas. I slipped the knots, spat the material from my mouth, and slipped it over my head. Before I climbed into the passenger seat, I checked Cyd one more time. Still out cold.
“If Rex doesn’t know already, he will soon,” Cook said through the grim line of his lips.
In the front seat, I held out my hand. “Phone.”
Cook as he pulled the phone from his back pocket. He dropped it in my hand. “3-1-5-8. The fucker back there still breathin’?”
“Yup. Hope to hell it stays that way. That motherfucker needs to wither and die behind bars,” I said idly. Cyd wasn’t my main concern right now. I needed to get to Bou before that son of a bitch Rex did anything to her.
I punched in the unlock code. Swiping to the phone app, I dialed another number from memory.
As it rang, I asked Cook. “How far out?”
“Three hours.”
Three hours. It felt like a fucking lifetime. “Step on it!”
