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"I'm so sorry, Tahani. I swear, I'm coming for you and Mila. Just hang on for me, okay?" There are a thousand things I want to say to her, but I can't. Not here. Not yet.
"Okay. I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, kid."
"Roman," Mila says a moment later.
"Are you okay, baby?" I ask, gripping the phone more tightly as her calm voice washes over me. She's so goddamn strong, so fucking brave. I don't deserve her, but I'll kill to keep her. When this is over, no one will ever touch her again.
"I'm fine. Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I lie, swallowing hard. "I'm good, baby. I'll be there soon, and all of this will be over, okay?"
"Okay. I love you."
"God, I love you too."
"See?" Guerrero asks a heartbeat later. "I haven't harmed a hair on their pretty little heads, Gregory. Now let me speak to Selena."
I want to tell him to go fuck himself again, but I can't. He let me talk to my girls. I have to let him talk to his.
"He wants to talk to you," I mutter, holding the phone out to Selena.
For a moment, I think she's going to refuse. She looks at me, then at the phone in my hand, and then back to me. Before I can tell her to take the damn thing, she sighs softly and reaches for it.
"Jose," she says and then frowns. "Estoy bien." Fear skitters across her face before she quickly schools her expression. "¡Lo siento! No le dije nada a él." Her voice shakes, and then she whispers, "No, he dicho nada, ¡lo juro!"
Brady catches my gaze and lifts a brow as if to ask what the fuck.
Selena listens to whatever Guerrero has to say, her eyes falling closed. "¡Lo siento!" she mumbles into the phone and then holds it out to me again, her hands visibly shaking this time.
"You have an hour to get to this beach," Guerrero says to me, his voice noticeably strained.
The line disconnects.
Selena slumps back in the seat, those cracks in her armor now canyons. Whatever Guerrero is to her…whatever she's doing with him…I can't fucking hand her over. Not after hearing her side of that conversation.
"Fuck," I mutter, slamming my head back against the seat.
"What didn't you tell us?" Brady asks her, his voice hard and unyielding. He speaks Spanish fluently, too.
She doesn't say anything.
"We can't help you if you don't talk to us, Selena," he says.
"No one can help me," she mumbles sadly.
"Try us."
She's silent for so long that I don't think she's going to respond, but then she sighs. "You won't have to kill me to get your family back, Agent Gregory," she says, turning to stare out the window. "Jose won't let anything happen to this baby, I promise you that."
"You sure about that?" Brady asks point-blank. "He left you alone in that big house. Doesn't seem like he cares too fucking much about keeping you safe."
"I'm positive," she says with a bitter laugh.
"He wants kids or something?" he asks her.
She shrugs a shoulder. "I doubt that. His boss does, however."
