Miguel sneered from above as he pounded down. Like the brawler I was, I protected my face and waited him out.
He would get tired and then I’d fucking finish him. He had used up so much fucking energy, he was exhausting himself and didn’t even know it.
Using my legs, I bucked him off to the side of me. The moment he landed, I stood, and Albie threw me the gun.
“Last chance,” I told him. “Where’s my woman? Where is Simone?”
Miguel’s eyes had gone cold.
“I’ll never fucking te…”
POP!
POP!
POP!
I didn't flinch. I didn't hesitate.
Firing off three rounds into his body, I watched the life being pulled out of his brown eyes. Blood began to ease out of his nose, and his mouth as well as the regions of his body that contained bullet holes. His body instantly went rigid. After I located Simone, I wondered what I’d do with his piece of shit body. Would I leave it for the elements, or would I chop it up into little pieces and find an entrance to the Rio Grande River? There were so many possibilities for what to do with this asshole that I’d almost started salivating.
“Well fuck me,” Albie said.
“You’re next,” I tossed over my shoulder. “Now let's find your fucking sister.”
“How? He was the last fucking clue we had…”
I watched him throw up his hands in exasperation.
Honestly, had anyone assumed that I would let Miguel live? No one was going to come looking for this piece of shit anyway.
“We’ll search all the houses,” I told Albie. “She’s here somewhere, I feel it.”
For nearly an hour, we searched every house that was within the radius. There were a total of fifteen dilapidated houses, all spread out within the area.
Yara and Desmond had sent their research on the area to Albie and me. The town had once been a silver mine and when the mines had gone dry, and opportunities had transferred elsewhere, the town had begun to die as well.
A shiver went down my spine.
Simone, baby where are you?
“We’ve looked everywhere,” Albie said as we met back by the car.
“No we have to keep looking, she’s here….”
“She might be gone,” Albie said.
“No. I refuse to think my woman is gone,” I slammed my fist on the hood of the Four Runner.
Leaning back against it, I looked around. My mind began to wander. Miguel had just come back from somewhere. The engine was still warm. But where….?
I looked at the dirt again and noticed tire tracks leading away from the house we were in front of. They split at a certain point leading back towards the main road and then up further where I had already searched.
Albie’s eyes followed my own and we took off running, following the track marks in the dust before a Texas wind came in and swept the place clean.
Out of breath, and my mouth dry we came to a dead halt.
There was a well off to the side with debris strewn on top of it.
Bile wanted to hit the back of my throat. It stung on the way up but I pushed it down.
“SIMONE!”
Her name was like a roar peeling from my lips. Albie and I were both screaming for her and trying to push the slab off. It finally gave and we peered down into the darkness of the well.
