“We’re gonna take our shipment now, and then we’re gonna go.” Miguel gestured to his men, who came toward the truck. Miguel forced Drew and Cross to walk forward so they were all standing to the right of the big rig. He gestured to everyone else to stand over by the wall.
Drew glanced at Cross, trying to determine what he was thinking. But his face was blank. Her brother and the rest of the team also had their game faces on. Tessa met her gaze and mouthedI’m sorry. Drew shrugged. There was nothing to say. They were still hostages, and she had no idea how this was going to play out.
The gunman stepped up and pulled open the door of the truck, and was immediately blown backwards, the shotgun blast echoing around the warehouse. Drew let out a small scream as Cross tried to sweep her away from Miguel, but Miguel stuck his gun in Cross’s ear.
“Don’t move,” he growled. “Get the fuck out of the truck,” Miguel demanded, “or I blow his head off.”
Wallace stepped down to the warehouse floor and glared at Miguel.
Miguel waved at Wallace. “Drop your gun.”
Wallace did as he was told and kicked the shotgun, sending it along the floor by the SUV.
“Who else is here?” Miguel demanded. “Come out!” he yelled and then turned the gun on Drew, and frog-marched her awayfrom Cross. He frog-marched her with him as he moved to scan the cab of the truck. It was empty.
Drew looked at Cross. If Wallace was here, then Billy must be nearby. Where is he? She raised an eyebrow, but Cross just gave a tiny shake of his head. He didn’t know.
Miguel spoke in rapid-fire Spanish. The last cartel gunman started walking around the truck, gun drawn. He disappeared around the back, and after the sound of some kind of scuffle, the gunman suddenly appeared on the floor under the truck. His eyes were unblinking, and a pool of blood was growing underneath him.
“Come out now or I will kill her,” Miguel screamed.
The sound of boots on the floor reached Drew as Billy rounded the front of the truck. She was so thankful that he was alive, but it was short-lived as Miguel shot him.
“No!” Drew yelled and whirled to fight Miguel, but he pointed the gun at her forehead.
“Turn around,” he said, and then grabbed her and spun her, putting an arm around her neck and squeezing while putting his gun to her head. “He killed my man,” he gestured to Billy, “He had to pay the price. You will do as I say. Or it will be you paying the price.”
He pointed at Cross. “Move over to the wall with the rest of them.”
Cross didn’t move.
“Now or I’ll shoot you.”
Cross didn’t say a word but didn’t move a muscle.
Miguel pointed the gun at him, but there was movement on the left. Drew turned to look at the same time as Miguel did. Patch, McGuire, and Stone were moving away from the wall in a wide line.
“Stop moving!” Miguel called. “I will shoot.” He turned the gun on them and then back to Cross, and once again to Drew.“¡Sal ya y ayúdame!”
Drew frowned. Who was he telling to get out there? No one was left.
The sound of shuffling reached her. Then footsteps followed by a clanking noise as someone picked up a gun off the floor. Dunlop came to a stop beside Miguel. “Well, you screwed this one up royally, didn’t you?” he growled.
Drew blinked. She almost didn’t recognize the guy. Gone was the doughy, goofy-looking guy with bad posture and a vacant expression. In his place was a tall, thick man with a stone face and cold eyes.
“Dunlop?” she breathed.
He looked at her and gave her one of his dopey expressions, and then followed it up with a grin so evil that her heart skipped. “Thank you for all of your help. I doubt we would have found our shipment if it weren’t for you.”
She blinked. It couldn’t be true, could it? “You’re part of this? You were working for your cousin?”
Dunlop snorted. “Mi primo era un estúpido pendejo.”
That one she knew.My cousin was a stupid asshole.Her breath caught in her throat as the enormity of what happened hit her.
“You made the whole thing up, didn’t you?” Sweat broke out on her back and on her palms. This was all her fault. The whole situation.
“Drew?” Cross said, a question in his voice.
