“I thought I would come for a visit,” Jane said mockingly.
“Bailey didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“I wanted it to be a surprise. Surprise!” Jane said lamely.
Raul didn’t try to hide his distaste for her antics. “You can ride the rest of the way with my men. Diego, get rid of the truck.”
“Wait, I’ll need that when I leave.”
“No, you won’t. You won’t be leaving.” Raul turned, leaving her to his men.
After one of the men took her arm, leading her to the SUV and practically throwing her inside, Jane straightened on the seat. She had been constantly manhandled since she had entered Mexico. The women in the States would drag these Neanderthals to court if they were handled the way she had been.
One of the other soldiers moved the truck she had been driving, letting them pass.
Cade was going to kill her when he found her. Jorge was going to be pissed his truck wouldn’t be returned. This whole debacle was a huge failure.
* * *
Cade stared around the empty room, his hands clenched into fists. He strode angrily to the nightstand, seeing the truck keys gone.
“Motherfucker!” He went back downstairs where the desk clerk gave him a frightened look when he stormed up to the desk.
“Have you seen the woman who was with me?”
“She left about an hour ago. I saw her drive that way.” He pointed outside the grimy window in the direction she had taken.
“Did she leave a message for me?”
“No, she didn’t say anything. She was running very fast.”
“She was running?” His anger turned to worry.
The clerk nodded.
“Was anyone chasing her?”
“No.”
Cade’s anger returned with a vengeance. He was going to strangle her. He had told her to stay in the hotel room.
Turning on his heel, he headed out of the hotel. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and called Luis.
“I need a favor,” he said as soon as Luis answered.
“Depends on what it is.”
“I need something to drive and cash. Can you make it happen?”
“Si. Give me thirty minutes. Where are you?”
Cade gave him the address then disconnected the call. He glanced up and down the street then back at the hotel. He had thirty minutes to find out what had caused her to run from the hotel. If he didn’t find her, he had basically lost a hundred thousand dollars, and he didn’t fucking like losing money.
He refused to acknowledge that money wasn’t the only reason he was furious at Jane for being gone. She was just another job. That was all. He would find her and return her to her father. She would never cross his mind again. Thank God for that because she was a pain in his ass, constantly complaining about being hungry, thinking she was too good to talk to him. What’s more, when he told her to stay put, did she? Hell no!
Bitch!
Chapter 7
Jane laid her head down on her knees. She was sitting on the bed with her knees pulled up to her chest in a luxurious bedroom she had been locked in for two days.
When she heard the door open, she raised her head, thinking someone was bringing her lunch. The only time anyone entered was to bring her a tray of food.
“Bailey!” Jane jumped off the bed, running toward her sister.
When she would have hugged her, Bailey coldly sidestepped Jane, setting down a small suitcase she was carrying.
“Why are you here?”
Jane stared in dismay at her younger sister. “I came to help you. Dad and your mother were worried when you told them Raul wouldn’t let you leave.”
“I over-exaggerated a bit. We had a small fight.” She shrugged. “Now we’ve made up.”
“Then why haven’t you called?” Jane looked her sister over carefully. She didn’t look like she had been hurt or was in distress. In fact, she looked fucking fantastic. “Why haven’t you come to see me before now? I’ve been here for two days!”
“I’ve been busy.”
Jane wanted to smack her sister.
“I had to take off work. I’ve spent days traveling to get here. I even worked in a bar.” Jane took a deep breath. “And you’re too fucking busy to come to my room in the same house you’re living in?”
“I don’t live here. This is Javier’s home, Raul’s uncle.”
“Oh.” That made Jane feel marginally better. She could have lived in another city, and it might have taken time to get her here.
“We live a mile away. Our house was the first one on the road.”
Jane remembered seeing the huge house as they drove past. She could have walked to see her.
“Fine. I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll tell Dad and your mother. Now, will you please ask your husband to give me a ride back to my hotel? I want to go home.”