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When she swallows and nods, I shove one of my black caps on her head and stare down at her.
“Good. Here’s what we’re going to do.” Then I go through the plan one last time.
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WHEN WE LEAVE the rooma few minutes later, Isabelle ambles at my side calmly with her head down. The house is dark and quiet since it’s not even five in the morning. However, there are still soldiers awake and alert all around us.
Watching us.
Her body might be small compared to mine, but not all the mobsters are huge like me. My hope is she won’t draw attention, and they’ll think I’m heading out on a job with a lower-ranking soldier, which isn’t unusual.
She looks as close to a young man as possible in the black gear I had her dress in.
I stride confidently down the stairs.
All we have to do is get to my car. Get through the gates. Then out of Mexico.
Piece of fucking cake.
I nod to the guards at the bottom of the staircase near the front door. Then point ahead of me. “This way,” I say to Isabelle as if she is under my command.
The guards watch us and seem mostly disinterested, even though I feel their gaze on my back.
I keep walking.
Isabelle did as I instructed; she didn’t look at them while walking a little behind me with her face averted.
We pass two others on our way through the maze of hallways downstairs. One of them greets me with a quickbuenas noches, even though it’s no longer evening.
I’m feeling more confident when we turn the corner and head towards the door that leads outside to the back of the property. My vehicle is parked out there.
So close.
One of the armed guards steps in front of us.
“Senor,” he says, “I’m afraid no one is allowed to leave the property tonight. Boss’s orders.”
Bullshit.
By no one, he means me.
I went out yesterday with no issue, so what the fuck is this about?
I’m not going to just walk away, so I frown. “Are you sure? Pablo told me to head to the warehouse to oversee a delivery.” I glance at my watch. “We’re cutting this close,amigo.”
His eyes dart away for a second, questioning his orders.
“I’ll call him,” I say, reaching into my pocket for a phone I no longer have. “Although he’s gonna be fucked off.”
Isabelle shifts uncomfortably beside me, but it works because nobody wants to upset the boss, so it would be a natural reaction.
“Esperar,” he says, telling me to wait.
But I know he’s not going to disobey orders, so when he lifts his radio from his shirt to call for help, I move. Fast.
I shove Isabelle behind me, then twist back around and disarm the soldier. It clatters to the ground as he drops his radio so it’s hanging from his jacket. Whether he got out a warning, I don’t know.
Then he attacks, yelling in Spanish. Or at least tries. He gets half a syllable out before I snap his neck in one quick move.
