Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Tahani whimpers beside me, but I can't reassure her this time. I feel a little like whimpering, too. Roman is just as desperate as I suspected, and that scares the hell out of me.
Chapter Thirty-One
Roman
"What the fuck are you doing, Roman?" Finn asks me, his voice soft and concerned.
Truth be told, I'm more than a little concerned myself. I let Guerrero take Mila and Tahani. If I survive the day…it'll be one that will haunt me for the rest of my life. But what other choice did I have? Had I not agreed, he would have killed them both right then and there. Benson and Carter, too.
I couldn't let that happen.
"I don't know," I mutter to Finn, scrubbing a hand down my face. It's been an hour since Guerrero agreed to my trade, and I haven't heard a word since. Brady, Selena, and I are driving aimlessly in the direction of Sacramento, but I don't know where Guerrero's taking my girls. I'm losing my mind. "I don't fucking know, okay? I'm making this shit up as I go."
Finn is completely silent. So are Brady and Selena. The silence is oppressive, weighing on me like an anvil on my chest. Taking a breath through the weight is painful, but I have to keep fucking breathing. Until Mila and Tahani are safe, I have to keep moving forward.
"Are you pinging his phone?" I ask, praying like hell that Finn's still willing to give me that much help.
"Yeah. Shit." He huffs out a breath. "He's been moving for the last forty-five minutes. Our best guess is that he's taking them to Santa Cruz."
"What the fuck?" I growl, my brow furrowing. How the fuck does Guerrero know about Santa Cruz? Hell, how the fuck does he know any of the shit he's managed to find out about my life?
"We're going to Santa Cruz," I mutter to Brady.
One dark brow rises above his sunglasses, his lips set in a grim line. "We have a mole," he says, loud enough for Finn to hear.
"Damn sure seems that way, doesn't it?" Finn asks.
I don't even want to consider the possibility, but I'm careful…really fucking careful about what I say and to whom. No one outside of our team knows enough about my life to have passed anything useful to Guerrero. Not about Santa Cruz. Not about Tahani. Certainly not about Mila. But he knew about them anyway, knew exactly where to find them.
"Agent Gregory," Selena says softly.
I glance in the rearview mirror to find her eyeing me, one side of her mouth quirked down into a frown. She's been quiet since we left Los Angeles, barely saying more than two words. If she's afraid we really are going to hurt her or hand her over to Guerrero, she's not showing it. I don't know if she wants out from under Guerrero or not. I can't figure her out. I don't really have the time or energy to try right now.
"Yeah?" I ask her instead.
"I know nothing about a mole," she says, holding my gaze in the mirror, "but he's known about you since you killed Javier Lopez." Her gaze flits to Brady and then back to me, making it clear she knows why I killed Javier, the gangbanger who went after Brady's family. "Javier wasn't alone that night. Jesus de Silva was waiting down the block."
"Jesus Christ," I whisper, suddenly wishing we had killed de Silva when we had the chance.
"Motherfucker," Brady swears, his body going rigid at the realization that we both missed him out there that night.
"When Jesus told Jose what happened, Jose was going to send someone for you, but you disappeared," Selena continues quietly. "I think he had someone bug your house while you were away." Her lips twist, disgust and sympathy chasing one another across her face. "I heard him talking about it."
I take several deep breaths, fighting back the rage crawling up my spine. My grip on the phone tightens until my knuckles ache. Guerrero was in my house, invading every aspect of my life before I even brought Mila home. He gleaned anything he knows about her and Tahani from me, from my home. Everything I said, everything I did… he's known for weeks.
Every moan and whimper Mila gave me…every word I said to her…that motherfucker heard them all. When we catch up to him, I'm going to break his jaw for that alone.
How much of our plans did he overhear?
"We have to assume he knows everything," I mutter, though I'm not sure if I'm talking to Finn and Brady or to myself. The thought of Guerrero knowing everything we've been doing has a haze of red tinging the edges of my vision. I never suspected that they'd been inside my house even before they burned it down or that they were listening to every word I said there.