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by Julie Leto


  Shit. Reinforcements, but not from their side. She still heard no chatter in her earpiece, so she couldn’t count on Titan to know what was going on. She had to make a move. Now.

  With a quick roll, she leaned out from under the car and shot the first assailant. Her bullet blew apart his chin and she rolled again to avoid a dousing of blood and brain. The second assailant flattened himself to the ground and peppered the asphalt with bullets.

  Marisela jumped onto the hood of the car and slid across, landing on the guy’s back before he had a chance to stand. She aimed downward and pumped a bullet into his skull. She slammed her fist on the window and shouted for Frankie, Perez, and Jessica to get out while she ran to the SUV and commandeered the driver’s seat. They had to escape before the second wave of killers arrived.

  Frankie came out first, covering their exit with a wave of gunfire from the automatic weapon. Perez pushed Jessica out next and Marisela leaned over to open the passenger side door. Jessica jumped in, her skin ashen gray.

  “Who are they?” Jessica asked, nearly hysterical.

  Marisela didn’t have time to answer. The second SUV had screeched to a halt just a few feet behind. Perez and Frankie were exchanging gunfire and without cover, were sitting ducks.

  “Open the back door!” Marisela ordered.

  Jessica swiveled around and did what she was told while Marisela threw the car into reverse. Frankie shoved Perez toward the car, but he refused to get in.

  “Take my daughter to safety!”

  He grabbed Frankie’s gun and shoved him toward the open door. The people in the church had spilled out onto the sidewalk and Perez’s men were sprinting toward them. A Jeep spun around the corner a block away, sirens blaring.

  “Papi!” Jessica yelled, reaching toward the open door. Frankie pushed her back into her seat and ordered her down. “Get out of here!”

  Marisela complied. Perez, taking his last stand against his enemies, ducked back behind the limo for cover. His guards were gaining ground, so the second SUV didn’t stop, but spun into hot pursuit.

  “They’re following.”

  Frankie pulled a clip out of his pocket.

  “Of course they are. They want Jessica.”

  “Me? Why?”

  Marisela swerved around a corner. God, she had no idea where she was going. This time, she wasn’t escaping an ex-boyfriend in the hometown she knew like the back of her hand. She was driving blind into an unknown city with narrow streets and gaggles of tourists.

  “Frankie, call Max.”

  He rolled down the side window. “No time. Keep heading east. Once we get out of Old San Juan, there’s open highway. Try to lose them!”

  Marisela already had the gas pedal flush against the floor. She used every trick she knew to widen the distance between them and their pursuers, but nothing worked until Frankie leaned out and fired several shots into the windshield of the car following behind. They returned fire, but only seconds after Marisela flew through an intersection, clutching the steering wheel until her knuckles ached, the sports utility vehicle hit a bump and went airborne. The vehicle behind them crashed into a light pole and burst into flames.

  Frankie pulled himself back into the car and for several long minutes, they drove in stunned silence. When a traffic light turned red in front of her, Marisela drew the car to a slow stop. Only then did she hear Jessica whimpering. She reached over with a shaky hand and gently patted her thigh.

  “You’re safe now.”

  Jessica drew in a long, shivering breath. “What about my father?”

  Marisela glanced over her shoulder at Frankie, who was sitting straight against the seat, his neck tilted back, his breaching labored as he recuperated from the gunplay.

  “I’m sure he’s fine. He’s a brave man. He gave us the cover we needed to escape.”

  “Who would want to kidnap me besides my mother?”

  The light turned green. Marisela gingerly pressed her foot to the pedal and expertly blended them into traffic. She still didn’t know where they were going, but at least they were no longer running for their lives.

  “I don’t know,” she answered. “But we’re going to find out.”

  Twenty-One

  Ian mingled through the crowd, watching over his shoulder as Elise Barton-Ryce loitered by the baptismal font in the sanctuary just inside the church. Men had died trying to kidnap her daughter and she looked about as cool and unshaken as a stirred martini.

  He tilted his wrist to his mouth. “Max, report.”

  Seconds ticked by and the delay unnerved him. Nothing had gone as planned. A third party was working against him, and he had no clue who was behind the attacks on Perez. Had Marisela and Frank entered the church, Titan would have Jessica in their possession by now, tucked away on his private jet, heading for the mainland of the United States where Elise’s custody order would be enforced. How naive Marisela had been, thinking he’d let the child have a choice in this matter. The law had already decided which parent she belonged to—and besides, Ian wasn’t about to give up on this case so easily—not with so much of Elise Barton-Ryce’s cash on the line.

  But while he didn’t intend to give Marisela her way, he hadn’t wanted her hurt. His chest tightened, thinking of how he’d spent the previous day, holding the hand of Pan’s wife, a woman facing her husband’s permanent disability. She’d had no idea how the man she loved had actually been hurt—or how the man showering her with platitudes in the hospital waiting room had been ultimately responsible for the injuries threatening her husband’s life. He’d lost one agent too many already. Would he have to lose more before bringing the operation to a close?

  “Max, report.”

  On the second try, the speaker in his ear crackled to life. “They got away.”

  “Are you in pursuit?”

  “Negative, but neither are the shooters in the SUV. Traffic has jammed to a stop. They’re somewhere up ahead.”

  “Is Marisela wearing her locator?”

  “If she is, it’s dead. I can’t get a lock on her or Frank.”

  Ian tamped down a rumble from deep in his chest. “Find them,” he ordered.

  “Working on it.”

  In the meantime, Ian had to make sure that one player got out of this game permanently. He should have anticipated this development, but Marisela’s personal interest in Jessica Perez had to end. She’d jeopardized the mission. But he’d deal with her later.

  He broke through the sloppy police line and strolled over to Javier Perez, who was fighting off the attention of a paramedic.

  “Buenos días, Señor Perez. Yo soy Ian Blake, presidente de Titan International. Y tengo información muy importante con respecto a Jessica.”

  * * *

  “I want to speak to my father!”

  Marisela couldn’t stand the tears. Her baby sister, Belinda, had always used waterworks to get her way. But dammit, there was a lot more at stake here than a new pair of jeans or the biggest piece of chocolate cake. Jessica had to shut up long enough for Marisela to think!

  “Jessica, por favor, let me take us somewhere safe and I promise we’ll call your father. The sooner he picks you up, the sooner I can figure out what the hell went wrong. Frankie, any suggestions?”

  But Frankie didn’t reply. In fact, he hadn’t said a word in way too long. Marisela chanced a look in the backseat.

  There was blood everywhere.

  “Frankie!”

  Marisela turned down a side street, pulling in to the nearest alley. She scrambled into the backseat. When Jessica finally turned to look at Frankie, she started to scream.

  “Calm down!” Marisela ordered. She didn’t need bystanders rushing toward them when they still couldn’t distinguish friends from enemies. “Frankie, what happened? Frankie?”

  He hadn’t lost consciousness, but even when she pulled his chin down so their eyes met, a cloud had settled over his irises. Sweat beaded on his upper lip and forehead. The beginnings of shock?
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br />   With a mix of gentleness and panic, she searched his body and found the wound. He’d been shot in the stomach, likely by a bullet that pierced through the car’s chassis during the chase. With a curse and a wince, she placed her hand over the wound and tried to stop the bleeding.

  “Jessica, get me something for the blood!”

  “What?”

  “Anything! Look in the glove compartment.”

  There was nothing. Tears flowed down Jessica’s face as she frantically searched the car. She found a cache of weapons and ammunition, but nothing to press into Frankie’s wound.

  “Wait! Here!”

  Jessica pulled a long lace mantilla she’d had folded in her pocket. The intricate fabric wasn’t much, but would have to do.

  “We need a hospital. Do you know where it is?”

  As Jessica shook her head, Frankie roused himself long enough to move his hand over Marisela’s and capture her watery gaze with his unsteady eyes. “No hospitals.”

  “Why the hell not?”

  Frankie shook his head, struggled to breathe through the pain. “Too many questions. If we stop the bleeding, I’ll be fine long enough for Blake to get us out.”

  “I can’t stop the bleeding here!”

  Frankie forced himself to smile and Marisela could have killed him for managing even that small sense of humor—if he wasn’t already well on his way to dying already. “Then get out of here, vidita.”

  Out of pure personal need, Marisela stretched up on her knees and kissed Frankie squarely on the mouth. God help them all, but she wasn’t about to let him die.

  “Do you drive?” she asked Jessica.

  The girl frantically shook her head.

  “Then jump back here. You hold your hand against his wound, tight, while I find us somewhere to hole up.”

  To her credit, the terrified girl didn’t hesitate. She switched places with Marisela, all the time reassuring Frankie that he’d be all right. If she could just contact her father, she was sure everything would turn out fine.

  If only.

  * * *

  On a hunch, Marisela piloted the car to a rough edge of town. There, she traded the beaten and battered SUV and several of the guns Jessica had found under the seats for a scratched and dented cell phone and a room with a working bathroom. For the first fifteen minutes, Jessica and Marisela worked frantically, tearing sheets and bartering for antibiotic ointment and gauze to bandage Frankie’s wounds. They couldn’t stay here long, though. They’d bought quite a bit with their jewelry and trinkets, but they hadn’t bought anyone’s silence. And since they still didn’t know who the enemy was exactly, they had to turn to those people they could count on as friends.

  Jessica had the cell phone and was dialing her father while Marisela made sure Frankie was as comfortable as possible. She’d covered him with several blankets to chase off the possibility of shock and the bleeding had abated considerably. They’d bought time, but not much.

  Marisela listened to Jessica’s end of the conversation, translating the Spanish to English in her mind.

  “I’m fine. No, I’m not hurt. But Frankie is. I mean, Rogelio. Yes, Papi, I know who they really are. No. No! No, you’ve got it all wrong. Who told you that? No. I don’t believe it. You can’t believe it. They saved my life. Twice now. They don’t want to hurt me.”

  Marisela couldn’t keep her distance or pretend she hadn’t overheard every word Jessica spoke in this five-by-five closet of a room.

  “What’s going on?”

  Jessica held the cell phone to her chest, her eyes wide and glossy, her cheeks streaked with trails of tears. She wasn’t on the verge of crying again, but screaming with rage was a definite possibility.

  “He says he’s spoken with someone named Ian Blake. That he was your boss before you and Frankie went rogue. He says you have been conspiring with my mother to kidnap me, even though he refused to take her case when she tried to hire the company to retrieve me. Tell me it’s not true, Marisela. Please, tell me.”

  Marisela’s mouth dropped open. That son of a bitch.

  “It’s not true. I still work for Ian Blake. He’s playing a game, Jessica, I swear.”

  “Why?”

  Marisela spun around, jabbing her hands through her loose hair, pulling tight on the strands and hoping the pain would somehow kick her brain into working. What was Ian up to? What did he possibly have to gain by making Perez his ally?

  No, that wasn’t his motivation. He was destroying an ally, not building one. He was trying to put a wedge between Jessica and Marisela. But why?

  “What does your father want you to do?”

  She glanced guiltily at the phone. “He just wants to know where I am.”

  Marisela caught the thinning of Jessica’s lips, the way her hands shook. “And what will happen to me and Frankie?”

  Jessica was probably one of the strongest young women Marisela had ever met. Take away her sheltered childhood and her isolated adolescence and she would have made a great addition to las Reinas. At her heart, she was tough, though right now, the poor kid’s confidence was fluttering in the wind.

  “He didn’t say, but you know. I know. I can’t let that happen, Marisela. You saved my life. You’ve been honest with me, haven’t you? You aren’t some rogue agent trying to make a buck off me, are you?”

  Marisela reached out and laid her palm on Jessica’s arm. “No, niña, I’m not. I’ve told you the truth—all of it. Ian Blake is the one who is lying now and I suspect he’s done that so I can’t return you to your father without paying with my life. Your father is now a threat to me, not an ally, because you and I both know that even if I’m not some rogue agent, I’m still not who I convinced your father I was. Either way, I’m dead.”

  Jessica stepped back, her breathing ragged as she fought the greatest conflict the girl had probably had to face to date. If she ran home to the safety of her father, her new friends would die. If she stayed, she’d likely be returned to her mother against her will. Marisela stepped back to Frankie in the bed, where he slept fitfully. She checked his bandage. Blood was still seeping through. She touched his forehead. He was on fire.

  She wasn’t a doctor, but she knew she didn’t have much time to sort all this out.

  Luckily, Jessica sensed the dire situation and lifted the phone to her ear. “Lo siento, Papi. I can’t tell you where I am. You’ll kill them, I know you will.”

  Marisela couldn’t hear Perez’s response, but judging by the way Jessica jerked the phone away from her ear, he was furious.

  “I do love you, Papi. More than anything. You need to trust that. You need to trust me.”

  With the same effort she might have used to lift a car off the street, Jessica pulled the phone away from her ear and disconnected the call. With a quavering hand, she offered the phone to Marisela. “I don’t know how much time you have. He’ll likely have the call traced.”

  Marisela took the cell and with a burst of emotion she knew she couldn’t afford, pulled the girl into a tight and desperate embrace. “Thank you, mija. I swear, I won’t let them take you. But we have to get Frankie help.”

  Moisture seeped through the material on Marisela’s shoulder, though beyond a sniffle, Jessica contained her emotions, which helped Marisela hold herself together. But the surrender to sentimentality couldn’t last. She pushed Jessica back, her hands clutching her arms.

  “How safe do you feel in this neighborhood?”

  Jessica eyed the window, fluttering with a pillowcase tacked over the splintered frame. “I’m pretty sure some of them know who I am, or at least, know my father.”

  Marisela nodded. This could be both good and bad. “Can you go out there? Make arrangements for someone to take us to the nearest hospital?”

  Jessica’s eyes widened. “But my father will find you! You’ll be killed.”

  Rubbing her hands over the cell phone, Marisela glanced over at Frankie on the bed. “I thought Ian would get us out of this jam, but he ob
viously has his own agenda. Frankie will die if we don’t act. The first thing we’re going to need is a ride out of here before your father tracks us down. We’ve bartered nearly everything we have on us so we’re going to have to depend on your influence as Javier Perez’s daughter. No one knows that we’re on the run from him. You go out there, let them think that they’ll get a big reward for helping you, okay? It wouldn’t hurt to imply that not helping you might get them trouble they don’t want, too. Think you can pull it off?”

  Jessica gnawed on her bottom lip, but nodded her head at the same time. “I’ll do what I can.”

  “That’s all I can ask. You didn’t sign up for any of this, Jessica. I know you just wanted to meet your mother.”

  In a rush, Jessica grabbed for the door, turning at the last minute when Marisela had punched the first three numbers of Ian’s cell phone. “Marisela,” she said, laughing at the sound. “That suits you so much better than Dolores.”

  Marisela grinned.

  Jessica’s tentative smile melted away, replaced by a troubled frown. “Could my mother have done that? Have people shoot at us that way?”

  Marisela had gone this far being honest with the kid, she couldn’t stop now. “I don’t know, but it’s a definite possibility. That doesn’t mean it’s the truth. I don’t know what the truth is yet, but I’m going to find out.”

  As soon as Jessica left, her face a streaked and pale picture of uncertainty and betrayal, Marisela finished pressing numbers until she heard Ian Blake’s cool, collected voice on the other end of the line.

  “Where are you?” he asked.

  “Like I’d tell you, you snake. You betrayed us to Perez.”

  “No, Marisela. I simply ensured that you returned to our original plan.”

  “If you weren’t going to meet me in the church, why didn’t you just say so? You didn’t have to send shooters after us. Frankie’s been hit, you cock-sucking son of a bitch. I swear to God, if he dies, I’m going to slice your fucking heart out with my fingernails.”

  Ian clucked his tongue into the phone, but she also heard him move so that the noise she’d initially heard in the background faded. Good. He was taking her seriously.

 

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