Page 92 of The Savage King


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I lift my phone as it begins to ring. It can only be one person. “Javier,” I answer.

“Lockwood,” Javier replies in a hushed voice, “I’m in position. No container yet. Maybe I was too late.”

Nice try, asshole.

“You weren’t too late. Stay the fuck there,” I command.

“Javier!” Ana calls out, standing.

“What have you done to my wife?” he growls through the phone, picking up on the stress in her voice as I shake my head at her.

Great.

“Settle the fuck down. Pablo’s men were here,” I say as he starts carrying on. I let him get it out of his system, then add, “Thanks to your fucking sister. They took Isabelle.Yourfamily is fine.”

Javier’s sister cries out something in Spanish, and I point my gun at her.

All three of them gasp.

Ana sits down with aplonk.

“You are lucky I’m not wasting a bullet on her. Just focus on the job and call me when you have information. Oh and, Javier, I want a photo.”

Then I hang up.

I slip my phone into my pocket and glare at all three women. “You better hope he doesn’t turn around and come home.”

Or?

Or nothing. I’m never going to hurt them, and I’m starting to think Ana knows that. I saw her watching me with Isabelle. She’s an astute woman. That doesn’t mean I will choose her or any of them over my own life. I’ve killed before, so she would be wise to remember who I am.

Dex Lockwood,formersenior soldier in the Mexican Cartel. Whether I like it or not, that is who I have been for six years. It’s a part of me now and something I cannot change.

“He won’t,” Ana replied. “Javier knows how these things work. But... how are you going to find Isabelle?”

I let out a sigh since I don’t know.

If I had a clue where they were right now, and my head wasn’t pounding like a motherfucker, I’d be in the car going one hundred miles an hour. Fuck, maybe two hundred.

Because the clock is ticking.

“I need to think.” I walk out onto the deck and lean my palms on the railing as I had last night. Except this time, I’m not selfishly frustrated that the gorgeous woman I want to fuck is a virgin and belongs to another man. Now, things are way more serious.

If I can’t find Isabelle quickly, she won’t be a virgin for much longer. Nor is it likely she’ll remain in Mexico. Pablo has a buyer for her, and they’ll move her fast.

I know his operation works.

When I say the clock is ticking, it's fucking ticking!

So, that means they must be on their way to Sinaloa to deliver her. Or there’s a meeting point to hand her over to another team.

Or an airport.

There are too many options to just drive around looking for a needle in a haystack, so I pull out my phone and open Google Maps.

Think. Think. Think.

As I pinch the screen, searching for the private airfields nearby, the phone erupts as a call comes in. I curse, almost startled, then narrow my eyes, wondering who it could be.

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