The Vargas Cartel Trilogy (Vargas Cartel #1-3)(127)

When I’d moved his body a few inches, I wrapped one end of the dangling chain around his ankle and the other end around mine. Squeezing my eyes shut, I crab-walked backward, using my entire body to drag him closer to me. The chain bit into my skin with so much force I thought my ankle would split in half. Sweat beaded on my forehead. My muscles burned.

Finally, my back brushed against the cement wall, and my shoulders sagged in relief. I did it. Now, I could search his body.

I patted down one leg, then the other. I felt a lump around his ankle. I tugged up his pants and unstrapped a small pistol. Popping open the ammunition cylinder, I checked for bullets. It wasn’t loaded.

Dammit.

I slid the pistol back into the holster.

Not wasting a second, I dove into the front pocket of his pants. I found a silver money clip filled with a quarter inch of folded bills. I leaned over his body and patted my hand on his other pocket. My fingers brushed against a rectangular object resembling a cell phone. My heartbeat rocketed inside my chest, echoing like a freight train in my head.

I fumbled, unable to find my way into his pocket. I inhaled through my nose to steady my nerves, and the smell of rotting flesh wafted into my nostrils.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” I mumbled repeatedly as I shoved my hand into the opening and snagged the object from his pocket.

A phone.

A freaking phone.

A thread of hope wrapped around my chest and a light laugh bubbled from my mouth. I swiped my finger across the screen. It only had twenty percent battery left so I had to move fast. With trembling fingers, I dialed Ryker’s cell phone number, silently praying he’d answer his phone.

“Ryker Vargas,” he said after the first ring.

“It’s Hattie,” I whispered, cupping my hand over the phone.

“Hattie, where are you?” His voice was clipped with urgency.

“I don’t know. In some basement I think.”

“Whose phone is this?”

“Raul’s. He said he wanted to help me.” I cleared my throat. “But he’s dead. They shot him right in front of me.”

“They shot him and left his body.” It wasn’t a question.

I nodded before remembering he couldn’t see me. “Yes.”

He didn’t say a word for a few seconds. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m alive,” I answered. I didn’t want to catalog my injuries for him. We could do that if I ever got out of this place.

“I’m going to find you. I’m going to get you out of there. I promise. Just hold on another day and I’ll be there.”

I closed my eyes as relief flowed through my veins. Tears beaded like dewdrops of hope in the corners of my eyes. “Okay.”

“What else can you tell me about where you are?”

“I’m chained to a cement wall. The room has a metal door and no windows.” I glanced around the room, looking for any details I’d missed. A sliver of light peeped into the room above my head. “Wait, there are three glass blocks near the top of the wall. They’re really dirty.”

“What about the exterior of the building?”

“I haven’t seen it. I woke up in this room, and they haven’t let me go anywhere.”

“That’s okay.” His voice dropped. “How much battery is left on the phone?”

I pulled the phone away from my ear. “Eighteen percent.”

“Turn it off, but turn it back on tomorrow night and put the ringer on vibrate. I’ll text you when I’m close.”

“You know where I am?”

“I think so,” he answered. A long drawn out sigh echoed like a faint breeze through the phone. “I’m sorry I let you down.”

My insides twisted with regret, forgiveness, and anger at him and myself. I shook my head, willing all my conflicted feelings to disappear. “I should’ve stayed on the hotel grounds. I should’ve waited for you to come back.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I shouldn’t have left you alone. I shouldn’t have asked you to go back to Mexico with me.” He cleared his throat. “I made so many mistakes.”

Chills trickled down my back. “Maybe. Maybe not,” I said because I couldn’t ignore the truth in his declaration, but it didn’t stop me from wanting him. Needing him. Loving him. He held my heart in his hands. He always would regardless of what he did.

I closed my eyes for a second to gather my thoughts. “Why did you do it?”

“What?”

“Help Rever.” A sob erupted from my mouth. I gulped humid air into my lungs, trying to stop the torrent of sadness pounding on my chest. “Didn’t you know you were putting us in danger?”

“I didn’t think they knew about you.” His breathing turned heavy, whistling through the phone in jagged pants. “And even if they did, I thought I could protect you. I thought I could outsmart them. I thought I could get us out of Mexico before they found you.”

“Okay,” I mumbled as I processed his answer. Anger pulsed through my veins, but it fizzled as fast as it materialized. As much as I wanted to hate him for failing to grasp the danger of the situation, the emotion seemed irrelevant when I could die tomorrow or five minutes from now. I didn’t want to waste time hating him, punishing him, regretting him. Fate had already conspired against me enough times. I didn’t need to give it another reason to kick me in the face.