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“Don’t speak to me that way. And to answer your question, the pilot reported engine trouble. It should be taken care of in a few hours.”
“I don’t have a few hours. I want to slit the woman’s throat, Luis.”
“And how will you do that?” Blanco said coldly. “You haven’t even uncovered her true identity yet.”
“No, but now that we know Morgan was involved, it shouldn’t be hard to find her.” He paused. “And I think you should consider my suggestion—postpone your main event, Luis. If Erica was working for the government—”
“Then agents would have attempted a raid days ago,” Blanco said with a careless wave of his hand. “She must have been after me, and not the merchandise.”
Devlin was about to argue, but then thought better ofit. Let Blanco have his misguided sense of invincibility. Devlin would recapture the woman before she could do any damage anyway.
“I shall take my leave, then,” Devlin said, stalking toward the French doors leading into the house.
Blanco’s voice stopped him. “And may I ask what you plan on doing to the woman when you find her?”
He turned and gave a humorless smile. “What I do best, of course.”
Chapter 6
“What the hell were you thinking?” Noelle demanded, her beautiful face glittering with anger and disapproval.
Abby stood her ground. The fact that she was several inches taller than Noelle should’ve helped her cause, but Noelle had always seemed much larger than her five feet three inches. Especially when she was furious.
“I know. I fucked up.” Abby sighed. “I had the chance to kill him but I chose not to, okay?”
“I don’t care that you didn’t kill him—I care that you nearly got
yourself
killed!” Noelle’s blue eyes flashed, but the hand she laid on Abby’s arm was oddly gentle.
When Noelle had stormed onto the terrace a few minutes ago, she’d looked ready to throttle someone. She’d coldly dismissed Kane, banishing him to the kitchen, yet Abby could feel his eyes watching them. Noelle had spun around, moved closer as if she wanted to embrace Abby, then stepped back and started tearing into her. Abby didn’t blame her. The people who’d hired them had spent a great deal of money to ensure that Blanco would meet his demise, and she knew Noelle would needto do some serious ass-kissing to smooth out the situation.
That Noelle claimed not to care that Abby had failed in her mission came as a shock. They’d known each other for more than seven years, and this was the first time Noelle had come close to showing genuine concern for Abby’s well-being. Abby knew she cared, but Noelle didn’t wear her emotions on her sleeve. Never had.
“I was fine,” Abby said defensively, leaning one elbow on the railing that ran around the stone terrace. “Blanco didn’t want me dead.”
“You don’t look fine,” Noelle snapped. “Your face is every color of the rainbow, and I can see you’re having trouble breathing—don’t bother denying it.”
“Okay, I’m a little beat-up, but I’m alive, and I would’ve stayed alive.”
Noelle leaned her lithe frame against the rail, her blond hair falling down her shoulders. “Why?” she asked sharply.
“Why what?”
“You blew your cover. I want to know why.”
Abby let out a breath, wincing. Noelle was right—it hurt to breathe. Damn rib injuries. A bullet or knife wound she could handle, but taking a hit to the ribs was always a bitch. “About two weeks ago, Inez Alvaro, Blanco’s housekeeper, stormed into the dining room screaming like a banshee, accusing Blanco of kidnapping her daughter.”
Noelle frowned. “All right.”
“Inez’s husband, Rubio, is one of Blanco’s drug runners. They live in a village a few miles from the compound. I went there a few times with one of the servants.” Abby swallowed. “I met Lucia. She’s a beautiful girl,thirteen years old and unbelievably smart. She wanted to learn English, so I offered to help and I swear,
“I don’t have a few hours. I want to slit the woman’s throat, Luis.”
“And how will you do that?” Blanco said coldly. “You haven’t even uncovered her true identity yet.”
“No, but now that we know Morgan was involved, it shouldn’t be hard to find her.” He paused. “And I think you should consider my suggestion—postpone your main event, Luis. If Erica was working for the government—”
“Then agents would have attempted a raid days ago,” Blanco said with a careless wave of his hand. “She must have been after me, and not the merchandise.”
Devlin was about to argue, but then thought better ofit. Let Blanco have his misguided sense of invincibility. Devlin would recapture the woman before she could do any damage anyway.
“I shall take my leave, then,” Devlin said, stalking toward the French doors leading into the house.
Blanco’s voice stopped him. “And may I ask what you plan on doing to the woman when you find her?”
He turned and gave a humorless smile. “What I do best, of course.”
Chapter 6
“What the hell were you thinking?” Noelle demanded, her beautiful face glittering with anger and disapproval.
Abby stood her ground. The fact that she was several inches taller than Noelle should’ve helped her cause, but Noelle had always seemed much larger than her five feet three inches. Especially when she was furious.
“I know. I fucked up.” Abby sighed. “I had the chance to kill him but I chose not to, okay?”
“I don’t care that you didn’t kill him—I care that you nearly got
yourself
killed!” Noelle’s blue eyes flashed, but the hand she laid on Abby’s arm was oddly gentle.
When Noelle had stormed onto the terrace a few minutes ago, she’d looked ready to throttle someone. She’d coldly dismissed Kane, banishing him to the kitchen, yet Abby could feel his eyes watching them. Noelle had spun around, moved closer as if she wanted to embrace Abby, then stepped back and started tearing into her. Abby didn’t blame her. The people who’d hired them had spent a great deal of money to ensure that Blanco would meet his demise, and she knew Noelle would needto do some serious ass-kissing to smooth out the situation.
That Noelle claimed not to care that Abby had failed in her mission came as a shock. They’d known each other for more than seven years, and this was the first time Noelle had come close to showing genuine concern for Abby’s well-being. Abby knew she cared, but Noelle didn’t wear her emotions on her sleeve. Never had.
“I was fine,” Abby said defensively, leaning one elbow on the railing that ran around the stone terrace. “Blanco didn’t want me dead.”
“You don’t look fine,” Noelle snapped. “Your face is every color of the rainbow, and I can see you’re having trouble breathing—don’t bother denying it.”
“Okay, I’m a little beat-up, but I’m alive, and I would’ve stayed alive.”
Noelle leaned her lithe frame against the rail, her blond hair falling down her shoulders. “Why?” she asked sharply.
“Why what?”
“You blew your cover. I want to know why.”
Abby let out a breath, wincing. Noelle was right—it hurt to breathe. Damn rib injuries. A bullet or knife wound she could handle, but taking a hit to the ribs was always a bitch. “About two weeks ago, Inez Alvaro, Blanco’s housekeeper, stormed into the dining room screaming like a banshee, accusing Blanco of kidnapping her daughter.”
Noelle frowned. “All right.”
“Inez’s husband, Rubio, is one of Blanco’s drug runners. They live in a village a few miles from the compound. I went there a few times with one of the servants.” Abby swallowed. “I met Lucia. She’s a beautiful girl,thirteen years old and unbelievably smart. She wanted to learn English, so I offered to help and I swear,
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