Page 80 of Trail to Trouble
“What?”
“Sebastián,” her voice squeaked.
“That might be a stretch,” he tried to assure.
She lowered her hand from her mouth and rested it on the table.
He reached across the table and took hold of her hand.
“He once sent me daisies knowing I liked them. Nobody else would send me flowers. Especially for no reason. It’s not my birthday, work anniversary, nothing.”
She sprang up, pulling her hands from his, and paced the kitchen.
“No, no, no.”
“Stop. Please. Let’s just think about this.”
She stopped and collapsed into his open arms.
“It’s him. I know it. I can feel it. He knows where I am and he’s going to come for me.”
“If that’s the case, know that I’d die before I let that happen.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of. He’s got the power of his family’s cartel behind him. I almost lost you once already.”
Her heart raced beyond control. Her vision went fuzzy. She hyperventilated.
“Breathe, just breathe, sweetheart,” Hunter said calmly as he ran his hand up and down her back in a soothing manner.
Hunter edged back and held her gaze.
The intense look in his eyes let her know that no matter how hard she tried to convince him to walk away from her for his own safety, he wouldn’t.
Her phone buzzed, drawing her attention, and with a bit of fear and reluctance, she snatched it off the table.
He’s out. He’s pissed as hell. You need to run! PB
The text proved her worst nightmare was about to come to fruition.
“Who’s PB?” Hunter asked.
Before she could answer, her phone vibrated again.
I’m so sorry about everything. For Alyssa, for your parents, for you. This is all my fault. Please forgive me. PB
She swallowed hard. “Bianca. She always ended her texts with just PB, Princess Bianca.”
“How does she have your number? I thought you and she didn’t stay in touch?”
“I don’t know. We don’t.”
The words played through her racing brain again.
He’s out. He’s pissed as hell. You need to run! PB
And what was she sorry for? What was her fault? She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Katrina stared at the phone in her hand. How in the hell did Bianca have her number? Did she know where she lived as well? And run? She’d been running from her old life for a decade. Gave up what remained of her family and friends, and for what? Nothing. If Bianca knew where she was, then surely Sebastián knew where she was. Yet, in all this time, the entire time Sebastián was in prison, the Garcia family did nothing to her. Of course, shortly after Sebastián went to prison, his father hightailed it back to Mexico for some reason. His mom and sisters stayed in the States, but from the way Katrina understood it, Sebastián’s dad relocated back to Mexico, and the rest of the family visited him there regularly. Maybe Sebastián’s trial brought too much attention to the Garcia’s business. Rumors had even surfaced that during the time of the trial, the FBI, with assistance from the DEA, investigated Marco Garcia and the Garcia cartel. Which could explain why Marco returned to Mexico.
