Page 142 of The Moral Dilemma


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He’s utterly still as he flushes a deep red. All for one tiny peck. As if we hadn’t been going at it like rabbits for the better part of the night.

I shake my head at him, before searching one of the men on the ground, I grab his gun and empty it in our incapacitated man. He drops to the ground, dead.

“Let’s go that way. I’m sure they must have left their transportation around.”

Raf nods, and taking my hand, we both arm ourselves with as much we can carry before we go on our way.

It doesn’t take us long to find the truck in which the men had arrived, nor does it surprise us to see someone waiting at the wheel. Giving Raf a quick signal, I pull the safety on my gun and I shoot, careful not to damage the windshield.

The man drops dead.

“We could have used him for information, too. Maybe see who sent him…” Raf says a moment later as we drag him out of the car.

I fold my arms over my chest as I raise a brow.

“Kidding,” he chuckles. “We can use this,” he motions towards the board of the car, all military grade.

We barely get in the vehicle when the radio goes off.

“Confirma su position,” a voice on the other end says.

My eyes widen, but Raf doesn’t seem overly concerned as he picks up the radio and speaks.

“El objetivo ha sido eliminado.”

A moment passes and I think the man on the other end won’t buy Raf’s accent. But he does, instructing us to return to base for further orders. The minute the radio transmission is over, a screen on the board lights up with the GPS mapping up a road back to the supposed base.

“Shall we?” Raf asks, his gaze serious.

I know what he’s asking, and I take some time to fully think it over.

“Yes. The hacienda is in the past. I don’t need to see it again to know it’s truly gone, just like…” I trail off, closing my eyes. “Doyoustill want to go?”

“No.” Raf gives me a sad smile. “Why would I want to visit your place of torture?”

“Not even to make peace with the past?”

He shakes his head.

“I already made peace with the past. Yesterday. Now there’s only the future to look forward to. We’re alive. We’re together. We’re in love. The rest doesn’t matter.” He takes my hand in his, squeezing it lightly.

“You’re right. Nothing else matters. Just you and me, Raf. You and me against the world.”

“Ditto, baby. Now let’s go kick some ass and kill whoever wants us dead.” He gives me a big smooch before starting the car.

It seems this is the start of a new adventure.

And the past is finally what it was always supposed to be—the past.

thirty-two

Lucero

TWO YEARS AGO — THE DAY OF THE FIRE

With one lastglance at Noelle, I exit the room, heading to the side kitchen area to look for some disinfectant and whatever else we might need for the birth. The numbness in my shoulder is wearing off, pain starting to set in. Noelle is right. I need to get the bullet out first.

My God, but just the thought of doing that fills me with dread. Yet,I must do it.

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