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But the slew of soldiers who suddenly flooded the room didn’t, and they began firing at Gray and Saint. The shredded couch wasn’t going to hold up much longer and Gray searched for an exit point. The glass windows that lined the back of the office were their only option.
Spinning and dropping onto his back, Gray aimed at the closest window and shot out all of the glass. Shards flew through the air, peppering down all around him, slicing his cheek, but he ignored it. He was going to have to take a fast leap through the window and—
“We have your man,” a voice called out and all gunfire ceased.
Gray froze.
“Unless you want me to kill him, I suggest you toss your weapons and show yourself.”
Fuck.They had Saint. Gray glanced at his only chance at escape, watched it fade away, then slowly turned around, tossed his pistols and stood up, raising his hands. He hung onto his Ka-Bar and flash bangs, though.Can’t let them know all my secrets.
And he wouldn’t be leaving Saint behind, either. No man was ever left behind. It was a concept ingrained into his very being.
There were five more soldiers in the room and half the weapons were trained on Saint, the other half pointing at Gray.
“Do you know how badly I want to kill you?” Mesa snapped.
“Pretty fucking badly?” Saint asked, voice dry.
“The feeling is mutual,” Gray growled.
A very furious Alvaro Mesa tossed his empty rifle aside. “But I’m not going to let you die easily. Either of you.” His black eyes swung over to pierce Gray with a thousand daggers.
Great.Gray looked over at Saint who was surprisingly not riddled by bullets. Apparently, the chair he’d been hiding behind was damn sturdy. It looked like he’d taken a couple of slugs to the vest like Gray had, but, other than that, the lucky SOB was unscathed.
“Who the fuck are you?” Mesa demanded.
Neither said a word.
Mesa gave a sharp command in Spanish and every weapon turned on Saint.
“Tell me who you are or he dies,” Mesa seethed, fully focused on Gray. “You have three seconds.”
“Don’t you say a fucking word,” Saint growled.
“Three…”
Gray pressed his lips together.
“Two…”
Shit.
“One—”
“I’ll tell you,” Gray said. “On one condition.”
“You think I look like a man who needs to compromise? Make bargains?” He barked out a sharp laugh and his men began to laugh with him. “This is my island,puta.”
“Yeah, it’s amazing what blood money can buy,” Saint drawled.
Shut up, Saint.
But that was the straw that broke the cartel camel’s back. Mesa gave a nod and the soldier nearest Saint knocked him hard on the back of the head, dropping Saint to the floor in an unconscious heap.
“His mouth was annoying me. Now,” Mesa said, returning his attention to Gray, “why don’t you have a seat so we can talk?”
A soldier dragged a chair over and shoved Gray down into it. Then he pulled out a couple of zip ties and secured his wrists and ankles to the chair. It would take a helluva lot more than Mesa’s whining and threats to make Gray break.
