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“Murph?” Brand asked, turning in his seat to look in the back. “What’s the status of the cams?”
Wes typed away on his laptop. He’d stay in the SUV and act as their eyes, keeping them aware of potential threats as they snuck through the house. “Almost in,” he murmured.
Corey’s buddy had some pretty decent hacking skills, but Xander had taught them how to up their game. And, although Wes could keep up with the rest of the team extremely well for a man wearing a below-the-knee prosthetic, the less stress he put on his old joints, the better. Corey didn’t want his friend in a wheelchair by the time he turned fifty because he’d pushed himself too hard on an op. Or, worse, hurt himself in a way that couldn’t be fixed.
“Bingo,” Wes said. “I’m in.”
“What do you see?” Brand asked.
Corey leaned forward so he could see Wes’ screen. He needed to see Sera with his own eyes. To know that she was okay and not hurt.
Wes quickly ran through the exterior and interior camera placements. There were a lot of them, but he didn’t want to risk looping the footage until they’d made it to the top of the wall. No doubt Barrera had security guards monitoring everything closely, and if they caught the glitch too early, it wouldn’t be good.
It was now or never. Antsy, on the verge of throwing his door open, Corey reached for the handle when Wes murmured, “Hold up.”
They waited for Wes to tell them why, when his eyes suddenly went wide.
“Oh, fuck,” he said. “We’ve got company.”
“What’re you talking about?” Corey asked.
“I’ve got eyes on a black van that just plowed through the gate at the bottom of the drive. They’re barreling up toward the house at full speed.”
They all exchanged a look. Who the fuck would have the balls to confront José Barrera in such a gutsy maneuver like that?
Unless…
“The Villarreal clan,” Xander said darkly. “They want to take out Barrera before he can reclaim control.”
“This party is about to get lit,” Lex commented.
“Give it a second,” Brand advised. “We don’t know anything for sure. Let’s see what they do.”
“The van stopped in front of the house,” Wes reported, watching closely. “Doors just opened…I count ten masked men, and they’re armed.”
Corey swore under his breath as Xander slid over and peered at the laptop screen.
“It’s the Villarreals,” he confirmed. “Their crew wears skeleton balaclavas.”
“This isn’t fucking good,” Chaz growled.
“No,” Brand agreed. He glanced at Corey. “Hold position.”
“Shit,” Wes said, face grim. “One of them has a fucking RPG.”
Ice cold skeins of terror skewered Corey’s gut. They were in the middle of warring cartels.
Serawas in that house, and evil surrounded her, closing in fast. He had to get to her.
“I have to find Sera!” Corey threw the car door open as an explosion filled the air, rocking the SUV.
Fucking hell.
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The big, scowling bodyguard with the snake tat took Sera up to an enormous bedroom with an attached sitting room located at the back of the house. Once he left, locking the door behind him, she hurried over to the window and peered down at a pool and then out across the vast lawn. An armed guard patrolled the perimeter.
Escaping would be a challenge, but she refused to end up like Joel. That left her with one choice—lock down her fear and find a way. It’s what Corey would do, and thinking about him gave her strength.
