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“I’ll show her she is.”If it’s the last thing I do. “What do you think of South Africa?” My eyes level on the woman; hers are on her friend.
Jolting to a sitting position, her eyes widen. “You’re taking her there, aren’t you?”
“Only if she agrees. I have a feeling she won’t go if you’re left here alone.”
Twisting the blanket around in her lap, she looks up at me with vulnerability in her eyes. “I wouldn’t stop her if it was what she truly wanted.”
“Would you go with her?” I counter.
Her shoulders seem to slump with relief. “I can write from anywhere as long as I have Wi-Fi.”
Nodding, I make my way to the door and warn, “Don’t open this for anyone. Not even if you know them.” She agrees, and I leave the girls to begin my hunt.
It’s nearly impossible to be inconspicuous in a place like this. Especially after the scene Magnolia and I made in the signing room, but I keep to the walls, allowing the shadows to envelop me as I search.
If Vega is anything like his father, he won’t be satisfied with hiding. He enjoys the hunt, the cat and mouse games. What he likes most is to believe he has the upper hand. Until Benito called, he might have. All I knew was that there was a sinister force here; now, I know his name. His goal. His endgame.
If he gets his way, I’ll be dead.
If he doesn’t, Magnolia and our unborn child will be dead.
If he’s lucky,he’llbe dead.
Because I’ll never allow the first two options to occur. Nothing will happen to Magnolia while she’s on my watch.
After querying at the counter about Vega with a photo Benito sent me, I’m told to check the bar. He isn’t a guest, but the girl recognized him from earlier when he entered the hotel, and she’s spotted him a couple of times since then.
Entering through a back doorway, I sit at a table secluded behind a pillar, in the shadows of light, but I spot my mark across the room. One woman on his side, hanging on his every word, and at least three guards scattered around. They have no idea I’ve spotted him, and they won’t. Not until I want them to.
“Can I get you anything, honey?” the server asks as she cleans up the table next to me.
“Got Witblits?” Her eyes widen at the name as she nods. “Bring the bottle.” As she scurries off, I watch Vega, count the guns he and his men have, and shake my head. They have no idea what they’re in for.
I’m not the best in the business for no reason. I’ve earned every nickname, every kill. And this will be my most fulfilling hunt to date.
CHAPTER9
Cage
One by one, they left.
Smokey left out the back door for a smoke before heading to his car. He never made it there. Not with breath in his body. Right now, he’s lying in the trunk, unlit cigarette crushed on the ground, neck bent at an awkward angle.
Whiskey left with a bottle in his hand and a girl under his arm. I sent her on her way with a wad of cash and an order to forget she ever met the man. He’s currently at the bottom of a dumpster with a knife in his gut, bleeding out, spinal cord severed, and no way to call for help. If I had to guess, he’s got minutes left, if he’s not dead already.
Which leaves me tailing behind the last man standing. I call him DB3—dead body number three—I don’t care about their names. I don’t care who they are at all or where they come from. They work for the Vega family, and that man is number one on my hit list. As far as I’m concerned, he’s just another dead man walking, breathing on borrowed time.
They aren’t staying at the resort, which I already knew, but DB3 is driving Vega and two of the girls back to their hotel a couple of miles away. I maintain a few car lengths behind and mimic their turns until they pull into the Hilton.
A few minutes later, I follow their path and stop at the reception desk, placing another wad of cash on the counter. With my ball cap pulled low so the cameras don’t catch me and the lady working doesn’t get too good of a look, I inquire, “What room are they in?”
Accepting the bribe, she turns a screen to show me the men getting off on the sixth floor—careless assholes—and which rooms they’ve been assigned. DB3 enters one close to the elevator, and Vega goes into one at the other end of the hall. Not even close to each other. Like I said, careless assholes.
They’re either stupid or cocky. I’m thinking a mixture of both. I bet DB3 believes he can prevent an attack by being right at the most likely point of entry to the floor. People are so fucking arrogant, always thinking a man will go for the easy option.
The stairs are where any effective attack would come from. It’s where I always enter. Rarely are there cameras in a stairwell.
Nodding my head at the woman, she holds up a key card, muttering, “It’s universal; don’t break the doors down.”
