Page 3 of Married to Mischief

“He’ll forgive me if you take us to South America.”

The pilot laughs again. “You two really are made for each other. That's where I was going already."

Hmm. So drugging him was unnecessary. Yet warranted. Payback is a—

I yawn. One yawn turns to two, and my eyes struggle to stay open.

No.

He drugged me too.

Good thing I love him. I’m still killing him when I wake up.

Chapter 1

Serena

“We’regoingtodie!”I yell at Liam, my eyes flicking over the small clearing of trees. There are no escape routes. I can literally feel the end drawing near.

“I’ll admit this situation is less than ideal,” he says, far too calm for the circumstances.

I glare at the man I love so much, even though I’ve considered murdering him on more than one occasion.

“We are tied to poles about to be burned alive! What could be less ideal?” I wiggle my hands furiously beneath the rope binding my wrists.

It turns out, Cillian Moore’s treasure is not in South America. Whatisin South America is an angry tribe ready to murder us for daring to step foot on an ancient burial ground. Twelveof their members are now waving pitchforks and torches at us while screaming words I can’t understand.

“Hey, you brought us here,” Liam says, placing the blame on me.

“It was as much your fault as mine,” I shoot back.

He raises a brow. “At least you can accept it. Though I suggest we put the blame game on pause for the time being.”

He’s right. This line of thinking isn’t helping anyone. What are we doing here, anyway? This was supposed to be the right spot. Liam had been researching the treasure for the last six months, and he’d been so sure he’d found it that I’d gotten excited as well.

When we landed in Peru, we’d been conveniently well-rested after drugging each other, so Liam rented a jeep, and we got to it. That was eight hours ago.

Oh, how things can turn in eight hours.

I twist my hands again, and the rope around my wrist seems to slide. I wiggle them more, desperation making me work faster.

“Don’t worry; I’ll get us out of here, love,” Liam says, more confidently now.

I trust this man with my life, but right now, my hope is dwindling. Except for a miracle, there doesn’t seem to be a positive way out of this.

The man leading the charge yells and brings his torch closer, causing my heart to leap into my throat.

“I think that was Spanish for ‘it’s time to die’, so can you get moving on that escape plan?” My pitch rises with each word, each worry. I should be used to the rush of adrenaline that comes from living life in the danger zone, but surprisingly, I’m not.

“He actually said, ‘It’s a shame I’ll have to kill the beautiful one,’ so he could have been talking about either of us,” Liam says.

“Now is not the time for jokes,” I hiss.

“There’s always time for one more joke. Now, on the count of three, I want you to whistle like a bird. Ready?”

I shake my head; I must have heard him wrong. “What are you talkin—”

“One, two—” He doesn’t make it to three.

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