Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
“How the fuck did Adelita end up with Quintana? What the fuck, Styx?”
Chavez was stock still.
I didn’t have time for this shit. “Keep watch for any other Nazis. We’re going to get Tanner and the others,” I signed to Chavez, who still hadn’t moved. Ky told them what I’d said, then followed me to a truck that Crow had gotten ready for us. I nodded at Crow and got in the driver’s side.
Turning the engine on, I hightailed it to this fucking safe house. It was about time these Nazi fuckers died. Then we could search for Adelita.
We’d hunt for my fucking little sister.
Chapter Fifteen
Adelita
My head hurt as I opened my eyes. My heart raced as a dark room came into view. Voices murmured in scratchy tones, like they were off in the distance . . . no, they were coming from a radio. I blinked when I saw a dim light to my right. I didn’t recognize where I was.
Then my throat clogged with a mix of happiness and relief when I saw who was sitting under the light. “Luis . . .” I whispered. Luis lifted his head from the radio speakers. His hand was playing with the controls.
Luis came over and sat beside me. “Lita . . .” he said, and smiled. Taking hold of my hand, he gave me a glass of water. I took a sip and winced at the simple act of swallowing. Diego . . . the beatings he had given me . . .
I ached all over. I was so tired . . .
“Sleep, Adelita. You’re safe now. It’s all over. You’re free.” I didn’t know what Luis meant. I watched him go back to the radio and turn the knobs. Men’s voices came through the speakers, and I realized he was listening to conversations. We weren’t in his chapel, either. He must have seen my confusion. “Working for your father taught me many things over the years, Lita. I learned quickly how to be sure we were safe. Wiretapping. Secret hideouts.” His smile fell. “Valdez has taken the house. The factories. I took you before they could get to you.” My heart fell, and a surge of panic seized my body. “I heard the plans from Valdez’s men through this. I arrived at your home just before they did. In the commotion of the takeover, I got into your rooms and took you away.” He smiled. “There were a couple of tunnels they didn’t close. Diego never knew about them.” A tear slipped from my eye. Luis came over and wiped it away. “The Hangmen are here, Lita. In Mexico. They have come for you and Tanner.”
“Tan . . . ner?” Fear for him made me try to move. Luis guided me back down to the couch when I hissed out in pain. My ribs . . . my stomach . . . everything hurt. My heart worst of all. “The Hangmen have taken the Klan’s camp.” He nodded enthusiastically. “They’ll save him, Lita. I’m sure of it.”
“He came . . . after . . . me . . .?” My lip wobbled, and my heart ached when I thought of how I left him . . . and what he’d risked to come and get me. “He came . . . after me . . .”
“I’ll make contact with the Hangmen as soon as it’s safe.”
“Thank you . . .” I whispered. “Thank you so much . . .”
“Sleep, Lita. Heal. You’re safe. You’re finally safe . . .”
Chapter Sixteen
Tanner
I was pulled to my feet by Kenny and Lars. These fuckers wouldn’t have dared even look at me when I was in the Klan. Now, they were dragging me to stand after beating the shit out of me for hours.
I stood fucking tall. I wouldn’t let these assholes see me weakened. They walked me down a hallway. Kenny hammered on a door. I didn’t know who the fuck was beyond it. I’d been met at the border by these two assholes and taken to some camp in the middle of nowhere. Last night, I was put in a truck and brought here—wherever this was. I hadn’t once seen my father or uncle. I hadn’t seen Wade . . . and I hadn’t seen Beau.
“Come in,” someone called, and I immediately recognized my father’s voice.
This was it.
This was fucking it.
My father wasn’t gonna let me go. I’d expected to feel more. I’d expected to want to fight. To fucking survive. But Adelita was gone . . . I didn’t give a fuck what these assholes did to me now.
They couldn’t kill an already dead man.
Kenny opened the door, and I was thrown inside. I quickly righted myself, refusing to fall at their feet. My hands were tied behind my back. The door shut, and I lifted my head. Across the room, I saw them. My father, in his usual suit—all business and politics. Landry, snarling my way . . . and Beau. Beau was staring at me with no fucking expression on his face at all.