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No.

That wasn’t what she was going to do.

If she was going to die there then she was going to go down fighting.

Lining up, she slammed her shoulder into the door again.

This time, since she was prepared for the impact, she managed to absorb most of it, and quickly regained her balance, then hit it again and again.

The final time she was rewarded with the door groaning and splintering slightly.

Just as hope began to soar inside her, the door was yanked open and an irritated man stood there glaring down at her. “Did you really think you would get out of Mr. Castillo’s house?”

“He knew I was going to try,” she shot back. No more was she going to cower. Just because she was terrified out of her mind didn't mean she had to give in to those feelings. “If he didn't want me to try to escape, he shouldn’t have put me inside such a pathetic excuse for a prison cell.”

Shooting her another glare, the man grabbed her bicep and began to drag her along with him. Turned out they were in the back corner of a large garage, big enough to hold at least six cars. There was no time for her to try to get a glimpse of outside or anything that might help her identify where she was being held because she was pulled along to an interior door that led into a laundry room, and then through a house. It was nice, expensively furnished, but not quite as big as the mansion in Mexico.

They ended up in a bedroom, so she guessed this place wasn’t kitted out as well as the Mexican mansion and didn't have its own dungeon and torture room. Of course, it occurred to her to fight, to try to escape, but the man was armed and wasn’t alone. Another three had been waiting along with him in the garage, and there was no way she could get away from that many armed and trained men.

After all, she wasn’t a superhero.

She wasn’t Tate.

Could he find a way to get away from these men?

Probably.

But he was a SEAL, and she was just a scientist with some training that had been forced on her.

Quickly, she shoved away thoughts of Tate. They were not what she needed right now. Since she knew that Raul had already changed his mind about keeping her alive and forcing her to give up the formula, she knew she didn't have much time. Probably not even enough for Prey to find wherever she was and mount a rescue.

If they even knew she was missing.

Which meant her best bet at making sure she couldn’t be forced to talk was to find a way to take herself out of the equation.

That was her plan.

And as she glanced around, she spotted the huge glass doors opening up onto a balcony.

Perfect.

While the four guards were still in the room, no one held on to her, and she knew she might not get another chance.

This was not how she figured on her life ending. She was only in her twenties, she wasn’t thinking about death at all. But the bottom line was, she had no intention of giving up the information Raul wanted and she knew she might be forced into it against her will.

Before she could run, the door opened again and Raul stalked in.

Unlike last time, he wasn’t all cool and calm and in control. The opposite, he was every bit the menacing weapons dealer he was.

“I've had enough of you,” he snapped like this was all her fault. But he was the one who had set this in motion by kidnapping her in the first place. “I lost the home I had specially built because of you, and you’ve been nothing but trouble since. I should just kill you and be done with it, but I've invested too much time and money in this, and I don’t like to lose. So, you get one more chance to tell me what I want to know or I'm just going to kill you and be done with it.”

Yeah …

No.

If she was dying today it was going to be at her own hand.

“I'm not telling you anything, and I'm not going to give you the pleasure of getting to kill me.” With that, Scarlett ran toward the door, prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice rather than risk something she and her friends had created for good to be used against them.

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