Cade’s eyes glinted with anger. “It would have been good to know you had that money before I missed the plane.”
“It’s not a lot, but it should be enough to buy me something to eat,” Jane snapped back angrily.
Cade’s lips tightened as he slowed the truck down to turn into a store.
“Stay here.”
Jane regretted telling him she was hungry, but dammit, she was. He was the rudest man she had ever met. Even The Last Riders weren’t rude to her. They were rude to the rest of her friends yet ignored her like everyone else did.
She glumly took the hotdog and soda from Cade when he returned. “Thank you.” Jane hoped he didn’t hear her sniffle.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he said, backing the truck up. “I thought you would be happy to go with me to find Bailey. I even fed you, and you look like I shot your fucking dog.”
“You don’t have to be so freaking rude,” Jane said, taking a bite of the hotdog.
Cade turned back to face the road, but for a second, she thought she saw a brief softening in his expression. Then he blew it with his next comment.
“Just eat the fucking hotdog.”
Asshole.
Chapter 6
Jane stood at the hotel window, staring out. They had been there for two days, sharing the same room. He had slept on the small couch, while she had taken the bed. It had been miserable.
Cade had left her behind to scout the address she had found to see if Bailey could possibly be there. Jane prayed she was. If not, she hoped it would at least lead to where she was being kept. Jane wished it could be as simple for Cade to find Bailey as it had been her; however, Bailey’s phone hadn’t worked since she had entered Mexico. Jane’s own phone was now useless until she could purchase a charger, and since Cade had taken all her money, that wasn’t going to be anytime soon.
Several men walking down the street caught her attention. Something about one of them seemed familiar. Jane’s breath caught in her throat as she practically pressed her face to the glass. It was Raul! He was with three other men who were talking as they paused outside a bar. Jane was tempted to leave the hotel and run across the street to demand to see her sister, but she didn’t. Sex Piston or Killyama would, even Crazy Bitch would. T.A. would without thinking about it, yet Jane merely stared stupidly out the window, wishing Cade would come back.
Ultimately deciding to be more proactive, Jane braced herself and picked up the truck keys from the nightstand. Then she practically ran outside, afraid the men would leave before she could get inside the truck. Trying to appear inconspicuous, she slowed her pace to the truck, opened it, and climbed behind the steering wheel to wait.
Raul was the first to leave, and Jane prayed he didn’t look her way. Thankfully, he turned in the opposite direction. Jane waited until he turned the corner before starting the truck. Slowly pulling out, she drove at a snail’s pace down the road, turning the corner where she saw him get into a black SUV. Jane pulled over and parked the truck.
The SUV pulled out, and Jane waited until it was almost out of sight before pulling out again. She bit her lip as she followed, already regretting the decision to follow Raul. Cade would be furious with her.
She turned at a bend in the road and gave a frightened squeak when she saw the roadblock. She wanted to turn around, but there was another dark SUV coming up behind her, pinning her between the two vehicles.
Jane watched helplessly as Raul remained in his vehicle and talked to the soldiers. One broke away and walked toward the truck she was sitting inside.
“Get out.”
Jane shakily stepped out of the truck, trying to keep her back toward Raul’s SUV. She didn’t have to be told she had made a terrible mistake leaving the hotel.
“Give me your cash.” The soldier made no pretense of collecting a toll.
“I ... I don’t have any.”
She went flying backwards against the truck when a hand suddenly hit her across the face. Jane barely managed to put her hands up to protect herself before another strike landed on her.
“Please, I don’t have any money. If I did, I would give it to you,” Jane pleaded as a harsh hand grabbed her by the hair and pulled her toward him.
“Then I guess you will be paying in something other than cash.” His hand went to her T-shirt, and Jane felt the material rip at his sharp movement.
“Diego, stop.” Raul came to stand next to her.
When the men in the SUV behind them also got out and came forward, Jane knew she was in more trouble than she could handle.
“Let her go. That is my sister-in-law you plan on raping.” Jane’s frightened eyes met Raul’s cruel ones. “What are you doing here, Jane?”