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A projectile exploded from the passenger side of the pickup, blew past the gatehouse, and took a section of fence with it before it hit the dirt and exploded.
Kenna ducked, more like a flinch.
The rapport of automatic gunfire exploded like fireworks in the late evening. Flashes of light followed the continuous conversation of back-and-forth bullets. Men ran everywhere—taking cover, then firing to stave off the rush of men coming in.
They were under attack.
She whirled to the building where they were keeping Jax. The door swung open, and three men ran out. He was alone in there.
Now. She had to do this now.
She clocked the fact it was the lid of a crate a split second before Elisa slammed it into Kenna’s shoulder.
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Kenna cried out and landed on her hands and knees. No time to figure out the Spanish word for “escape.” Would Elisa even want that?
She glanced up long enough to see Elisa rearing back for another go with the crate lid. Kenna pivoted on her knee and swiped out with her leg, taking Elisa’s legs out from under her. The girl slammed onto the dirt on her back.
Kenna grabbed the lid and barked, “No.” She tossed it aside and shifted to her feet. Her arms might be practically worthless, but her legs worked just fine. “Girl, you have issues.”
Kenna couldn’t fix the girl’s sense of worth, or what she thought she needed from the world. They barely spoke the same language. Right now, she needed to get to Jax and make sure he survived this.
She ran around the back of the truck, then paused behind cover to look around the rear of the building. Most of the fighting was concentrated in front, where the pickup had pulled in. Whoever it was, they had to know they were up against four US-military-trained men and the guys they’d hired.
Kenna had given up trying to count how many there were in this compound working for Kart and his friends, but however many there were, the pickup guys were outnumbered.
She wanted to believe whoever they were would be victorious. But reality usually indicated otherwise compared with wishful thinking. There was about as much chance of Kart and his guys losing this fight as there was of Kenna getting Jax out. And managing to survive dragging him through the desert out of here.
Across the stretch of flat dirt between here and the chain-link fence, Ana ran for freedom. The young woman pumped her arms and legs, moving frantically as fast as she could.
Gunfire erupted.
The girl’s body jerked and she fell to the ground.
Lola screamed. Kenna spotted her under the truck, hands clapped over her ears. Hiding.
Instead of doing the same, which might have been a smarter decision, Kenna jumped in the cab of the truck and found the keys on the dash. She fired up the engine as Lola scrambled out from underneath. “Get in!”
The girl ran away.
Kenna gripped the huge steering wheel with both hands and hit the gas. The truck roared out from between the two buildings, and she yanked the wheel to the left. It didn’t matter what the odds were for survival. It didn’t matter that she could be shot sitting on this side of the truck with only the window for protection. It didn’t matter that Jax could very well be dead, or that she’d have to get him up into the truck and get them out of here without anyone catching them in order to escape.
They needed a series of miracles.
She had to try.
Kenna pulled up close to the front door of the building where Jax was being held. The door was still open, but she couldn’t see inside. The sun cast long shadows on the ground. The cover of night might help her escape, as long as they could stay alive until then.
She kept the engine running, scooted over to the passenger door, and shoved it wide.
Two seconds later she jumped down and headed inside.
The open room had a chain from the ceiling hanging down, but not far enough that his feet touched the ground. Both shoulders looked dislocated. Blood covered his chest and dripped from his mouth. His eyes were swollen almost completely shut.
She couldn’t hold back the cry from her lips as she skidded across the floor toward him.
Get him down.She had to get him down.
