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Right now, I don’t know.
Fuck. No. No, of course I won’t. But I know she needs release as much as I do despite the depravity of the situation and it's making it really goddamn hard for me to think clearly.
I spin around and find Izzy biting her bottom lip.
“Jesus, don’t do that,” I growl.
She presses her lips together. “If you are going to do this, can you please hurry?”
“Gee, thanks,” I say, not thinking.
She barks out a laugh. “I’m sorry if I’ve offended your ego. I’ve just been raped.”
“You weren’t...” I trail off, because, yeah, she was. It wasn’t consensual, as it was earlier in the bathroom. Barely.
It was either that or we both lost our lives.
I needed her to believe I was one of them.
I don’t expect her to thank me for this. However, right now, at least she is in my room andnotbeing raped.
Pablo was in a good mood tonight. For him. Obviously from being sucked off by his wife. I’ve seen him far crueler.
I know without a shadow of doubt if he discovered I was a spy, he would’ve taken Isabelle from me and raped her violently. Then, he would’ve shared her with all the men before selling her off to the highest bidder.
Then killed me.
After torturing me to an inch of my life.
What Isabelle just went through was traumatic and will affect her forever, but if I have my way, she’ll live long enough to get therapy and survive it. It's far more than ninety-nine percent of the other victims who face Pablo and the cartel ever have.
So no, I’m not going to fuck her.
But neither can I just open the door and let her go. I’m a fucking Marine. I’ll get us out, but by leaving the cartel, I am walking away from the opportunity to find out when this shipment is arriving. And most importantly, where.
These women, and probably young girls, are relying on me.
Until I know anything more, I cannot feed the information back to my contact, which will kick-start the system we’ve used dozens of times to save them and return them to their families.
It’s not foolproof, but it’s the only hope they have.
If I am here to get the information. Taking Isabelle out of here tonight is the only way to ensure she doesn’t end up like Chloe.
I throw back my head and wish my father was here so I could yell at him. How does he expect me to help everyone? Every fucking one!
I turn, and those pretty blue globes lift to mine, full of vulnerability and question.
“Okay, here’s what we are going to do.” I start. “First, I need to tell you a few things.”
It’s time to let Isabelle know exactly who I am. Because we have to leave and to get out of this property, I need her cooperation.
For that, I need her to trust me.
Pablo would have issued orders for Isabelle not to leave the mansion now. He’s placed a value on her. That’s standard procedure.
She’s Mia’s best friend and worth something. If Connor or Mancini’s won’t pay, she’s beautiful enough to sell to a high-priced buyer.
Pablo is a horny fucker. But he loves money more than women.
