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The moment it closes, I grab my knife on the bedside, whipping the sheets back and stab it right into the mattress.
Fucking.
Stab.
Fucker.
Stab.
Touched.
Stab.
My.
Stab.
Girl.
Stab.
I stab the mattress at least fifty times, leaving puncture wounds all across the center as I imagine it the face of the man who touched Cara. When that still isn't good enough, I grab the old-school clock from the bedside table and chuck it against the wall. The plastic shatters apart, and the pieces fall to the floor in a pathetic tumble.
The bathroom door creaks open, and Cara peaks her head out. "What was that?" She looks towards the wall and sees the remnants of the clock on the floor.
"It fell." I say emotionlessly.
She stares at me a beat, then closes the door behind her. When the shower comes on, I fume. Anger and rage building in me. I want to get up and walk right through the wall separating the US and Mexico, walking straight into their compound and beheading every motherfucker that breathes.
When Easton walks in five minutes later, he glances at me and stops. "What's up?"
I shake my head. "We have to get them. What happened last night?" We never had a chance to talk last night, so I'm not sure how many people we got. The number of heads I sniped was quite a handful, but it wasn't all of them.
Easton shakes his head as he walks over to his bed and sits down. "Hugo and the rest of them are on their way home. They've been talking with Rich. Rich heard from Santiago about an hour ago. He's withdrawing his request to move onto our territory."
"I don't give a fuck. Why are they still alive?"
Easton shakes his head. "I don't know, man."
"How many did we lose?"
"Five men."
"How many of theirs got away?"
He shakes his head again. "I don't know. I'm thinking at least three. Maybe four. We dropped a lot of bodies."
I sigh, leaning back to reach into my pocket and pull out my bowl. I spark it up, taking a hit and then pass it to Easton.
"I saw two more girls. They pulled them in the tunnel. They got them."
I narrow my eyes. "Does Cara know?"
He nods.
"She's never going to give up, and to be honest, I don't blame her. I want to kill every one of them, man." I cough through my hit, setting the bowl on the table once it's cashed.
"I told Rich the same thing. It's fucked up, but you know it's going to be a fucking struggle. It's going to take years to take that ring down. Once we cross the border, it's an entirely different world. We won't be on our territory anymore. It's risky."
