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That doesn’t mean I’m turning my back on these other women. I haven’t. I have an idea percolating in the back of my mind. Which if I can get us out of the mansion, I will have some free brain cells to think more clearly about the best scenario.
It’s been five days since I took her from the Mancini wedding on Long Island. During that time, an odd kind of bond has formed between Isabelle and me.
The lust hasn’t faded and, in fact, I only want her more.
I think that’s why she ended up in my arms yesterday. My fake, crude ass slaps and brutally kissing her in public only served to make us hotter for each other.
We were going to explode, eventually.
Perhaps Miguel’s words scared her, but since then she’s closed off from me.
She needn’t worry. We will be gone by the time he arrives home. In fact, when Pablo finds me gone, he won’t know why I’ve taken Isabelle, but hewillknow I’m a traitor.
So this is going to be dangerous. It’s actually good she will be more focused on that rather than on my cock. I don’t have the ability to get out of the country quickly or reach my team right now, so Isabelle and I are going to be on the run from one of the most powerful men in Mexico.
I can’t even call Connor to send a jet because Pablo will have the airports covered with one phone call. The plan is to smuggle us out of this fucking country.
In the bathroom, I throw my smartphone into the toilet and let it drown. It was my own personal phone, but digital devices can be tracked so I’m not taking the risk.
I have all the phone numbers I need already memorized.
I walk over to the bed and place my hand on Isabelle’s shoulder. “Hey.”
My hand is prepared to cover her mouth when she screams, but she doesn’t. She blinks and then half sits up. I was sure she was asleep, but it looks like I was wrong.
I crouch beside the bed. “I’ve got you some clothes. Put these on, and hopefully, the shoes fit.”
“Okay,” Isabelle says sleepily and heads straight to the bathroom. When she returns, she stares at the pair of black jeans, the black t-shirt and jacket, and the pair of black sneakers. “These will be too hot.”
She’s still acclimating, but that’s the least of our worries.
“We’ll worry about that when the sun comes up. First, we need to live through this part.” I point to the clothes. “Five minutes.”
While she’s dressing, I move the tallboy dresser away from the wall, lift the carpet, and remove the loose floorboard. Then tug out the black backpack I’d put in there hours earlier. I wasn’t about to leave it lying around and risk anyone coming in to take millions ofpesos.
I replace everything and line up the dresser.
Not that it matters from this moment onwards. I won’t be coming back.
When she’s dressed, I hand her a knife. She stares at it like it’s a live snake.
“No gun, but you can have this. Put it in your pocket, just in case. It might save your life.”
“What if I try to stab you?” She smiles, and seeing her lighten up a little again is nice.
I lift a brow and tilt my head quickly. “Try it, darlin', and it will only turn me on.”
That shuts her up, so I smile.
I want her as incognito as possible while moving through the house, so grab an old T-shirt and tear it down the middle. She watches me rip it some more and ends up with a long piece of black cotton.
“Turn around.” I spin her, bunching her hair up, then tie the cotton around so it’s in a bun.
“Oh,” she says, patting it.
“The moment we walk out this door, every second counts. So, no more questions. You delay us, and it could cost you your life.”
And mine.
