Have you ever had one of those moments where you totally wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole so you wouldn’t have to face how freaking nerdy and weird you were? she thought. Why couldn’t it happen right now?
“Yeah, still talking out loud, babe, and I think it is cute and all, but right now, we need to get the hell outta here,” Boomer said and Georgie groaned.
“I need to see a doctor about that, dammit,” she grumbled and then shuffled around and stood up. She instantly put a hand to her head, shit, she had gotten hit by a Mack truck. “Hell, I feel like a two-bit whore who got fucked up the ass and didn’t get paid.”
Boomer stopped what he was doing and turned and looked at her and grinned. “Wow.”
“What?” Georgie said and Boomer shook his head.
“This outta be fun.” He laughed and then went back to picking the lock on his leg. She looked around, gross, they were in a dirty room in Mexico, where the hell had her life taken a turn into the twilight zone? Shit, Sofia, double shit, her mom and dad. They would know by now she was missing.
She looked at the huge, muscular, seriously, panty wet worthy man who was with her. His blond long hair made her want to run her fingers through it to see if it was as soft as she thought it was. He was drop dead gorgeous, she giggled to herself when she instantly thought he reminded her of Thor. ‘Cause yeah, he was that hot. She needed to focus, they were in some serious trouble.
Hell, this wasn’t going to turn out well. Sofia, well, her men could control her, slightly. But no one was going to control her mom and dad when they found out she was missing. Heck, Mexico wasn’t ready for her mother to cross the border, she would if they asked for a ransom, and the people had better run and fucking hide because Sonia Roark was a ‘Take no Prisoners’ kind of woman. Damn.
“I have no clue what to think right now. This really sucks, but we are gonna need to work together I assume. So Boomer? How did you get that name?” she asked, knowing she was jumping around, but she had no idea the protocol for being kidnapped, how did one get to know a fellow captive. She decided to focus on his name, it could mean a million things. She knew when a club gave their member a road name, it was usually something they had done when they were stupid. She really hoped it wasn’t for something stupid.
“Well,” he said, still playing with the lock at his foot. “When I was young I was curious, so full of myself, I figured I didn’t need college or training. I went into the military for a while, but the rules were just a bit too tight for me. But, they did give me a start to the training I needed. So I got out, and found someone who knew a lot about explosives.”
“Okay, wait,” Georgie said, holding up her hand. “You deliberately learned how to blow things up. For what? I mean, most people learn things because they want to make a career out of it. How on earth do you make a career out of explosives?”
Boomer grinned and shook his head. “Not sure how to answer that, George, I mean, I could lie and tell you I was planning on using the skill in construction, or maybe in the mines. But honestly, I don’t really walk that whole straight and narrow line. So, basically, I think I will plead the fifth on that question and move on. Needless to say, I can blow shit up, like anything, I can make it big, make it small. So these guys may have nabbed you because of the Ops but they got a whole lot more than they bargained for and trust me, I am gonna make sure they understand that.”
“Now to more important questions. Who kidnapped us? Why did they kidnap us? You are assuming it has something to do with the Ops, but what if we were kidnapped for money?” she asked and the man turned to her and smiled. She couldn’t go any farther, her chain stopped her. She looked down at it and growl, so not cool, they had chained her like a dog.
“You sure they didn’t hit you too hard?” he laughed and then said, “Party, compound, you, shop, tried to save you but they hit me too. Babe, you have to know, the Ops own that shop, no one in their right mind would ever fuck with them, no one. So it is either a complete dumbass who happened along and broke into the Ops Shop, or it was even bigger dumbasses who planned on taking you to start some shit with the Ops. Either way, they are dumbasses who seriously fucked up by taking you.”
“Okayyyyyyyy,” Georgie said and nodded. “But I just started like a few weeks ago, it’s not even opened yet, how in the hell could they know I worked there and wasn’t just a chick walking by? I mean, I ran inside, but when they nabbed me, I was outside. That was quite a chance they took, I’m not even involved with the Ops, I mean, I know some stuff was going down and everything, but seriously? And Mexico, what the fuck? I can’t be in Mexico, Americans have been warned about coming here, did you know that? It was on the news, my mother made me watch it. Did you know the Cartels put people’s heads on pikes, like literally, they put people’s heads that are cut off their bodies on pikes? That is gross, seriously gross.”
Georgie knew she was babbling, but holy shit, she was freaking, out in another country and God knows if anyone had figured out that she was missing. Her parents and sister had been three sheets to the wind the last time she saw them, which meant they would probably still be in bed right now.
Why the hell was she such a dork and had left the party, she should have stayed, gotten drunk, maybe laid, and then she would be, well there and not here, she thought, shit wait, she said it out loud again.
Boomer turned and smiled at her after he heard the click of the lock releasing. “Babe, we need to work on that.” Damn, she was cute, and a little wacky, but cute more than wacky, he would fuck her. But right now, he didn’t need wacky, he needed calm and quiet, he needed to figure out how the hell to get out of here without getting killed. That would be a good thing.
He stood and went to the door and listened. He heard the faint murmur of voices and he turned and walked to the window and looked out. Shit yeah, he knew where they were and this was so not a good thing. The border was far enough away that there was no way they could make it there without getting caught. He assumed these pricks had vehicles, and on foot, they were screwed.
A plan began forming in his head, first they needed to get out of here. Edwardo, the Furies contact on this side of the border, would help him. But, he wasn’t sure what they could help with since they were technically here illegally. Getting back in the US without anyone knowing they were here was going to be interesting. He turned and looked at Georgie who was staring at him intently.
He walked over to where the chain was wrapped around her ankle and he began picking that lock. She was hot, long black hair, and gorgeous tits. He could so get into her, she was his type, totally. She was a little on the small side, kinda tiny and cute. He looked up at her and she was staring down at him, her gaze swept over his back and he saw her lean forward a bit and look at his ass. Yeah, he could fuck her. She was also probably gonna be a little pissed when he suggested what he knew he was going to have to suggest.
“We are gonna be fine,” Boomer said smoothly and listened for the tell-tale click in the lock. They would be, hopefully. He looked around the room, once they got out of the chains, they needed to get the hell outta here. “Let’s see what is what around here.”
He walked to the door and gently tried the handle and he could tell the lock was stronger than the door appeared. It would be hard to break it, even with his size. He looked at the hinges and grimaced, they weren’t an option either, they were too rusted, the pins would take a while to get out. Boomer heard the murmur of voices and then stopped and put his ear to the door again.
Shit, there were more than he thought downstairs. He heard more voices, two of them saying they were going to get smokes before the ‘show’ started. They needed to get out of here before that happened.
“Come on,” Boomer said. Georgie nodded and stepped close to him toward the door, but he was stepping toward the window, they kinda did a little dance and then he put his hands on her waist and held her still while he stepped around her.
“Wait,” Georgie said confused. “I thought you wanted to get outta here?”
He nodded. “We are, not that way though.”
“What do you mean not that way? Like not out the door? Are you serious?” she said and he looked over his shoulder and winked.
“Yeah, very serious. Two guards ran down to get some smokes, there are a few more downstairs to get by, the odds aren’t too good when we have no weapons. So we have to go out the window,” Boomer said and she looked at the window and took a step closer and looked across, and then down.
WHAT THE FUCK? NOT!
She turned to look at him and saw him smiling and she knew she had done it again. Georgie turned back to the window quickly, she really needed to get that under control, dammit, he thought it was cute, but she found it frustrating since she was saying everything that was on her mind! When she was nervous and freaked, she said shit, most of the time thinking she was not talking out loud, but then finding that she actually was more than half the time. Apparently, this was happening a lot since she had been kidnapped, but really come on, who wouldn’t be freaked about learning they were in another country and had been kidnapped. Okay, so maybe Wonder Woman or Cat Woman, or Supergirl, oh and Storm from X-Men.
“Cute,” he whispered into her ear and she jumped and closed her eyes. Damn, she was so not going to get horny when she was kidnapped. The guy was hotness personified and she was sure he already knew that. Bastard. She needed to get some distance but, where the hell was she going to go?
“Okay, how are we getting outta here?” she asked breathlessly, yeah, not hiding much with that voice. Since he winked and grinned at her, yeah, not hiding shit.
He put his hands on her waist and then moved her to the side, he tried to open the window with no luck. Then ran his hands around the sill, and he sighed and put his head down.
“Fuck,” he said and she looked at him with wide eyes.
“What? Fuck? Fuck what?” she said. She didn’t like the sound of that any more than hearing she was going to be crawling out of that window.
“No worries, we just need to change our plan a little. The window is re-enforced so we are going to need to get out of here through the front door. I would assume the door is as well, which means I’m not breaking my shoulder to bust through it. So, plan B is gonna happen,” he said and then frowned as he walked out of the room and made his way into the small bathroom. Georgie watched as he searched the dingy little bathroom, she was so not ever using that room. It was disgusting.
“Plan B? We had a good Plan A? ‘Cause killing ourselves trying to escape is not really a plan I am gonna get behind. I mean, it would kinda defeat the purpose a little, don’t you think?” Georgie muttered and looked back out the window to the buildings surrounding them. She had no clue where the hell they were, but there weren’t too many people outside, so she assumed they weren’t in the best neighborhoods.
“Baby, I always have a Plan B. It is just usually something I reserve for emergencies. See, if I pulled out Plan B all the time, people would start getting suspicious,” he said and she frowned.
“Okay, not sure I wanna know what Plan B is then.”
“Hell yeah!” Boomer said and she watched him grab a few things from under the sink, she frowned when she saw bug spray and fingernail polish. She wasn’t so sure why he was getting so excited about that but she watched.
He walked into the large room and set the containers on the floor then stood and winked at her. “Plan B. The good part is, they didn’t take my lighter.”
“Lighter? How are those things Plan B, are we gonna do our nails or something?” she said with a frown and he winked at her and pulled on his belt. When it was free, he pulled something from the inside liner, which was strange, it looked like a rope of sorts. Then he laid it out on the floor and then touched the latch on his buckle, it was a Harley one, which made her smile. But a little compartment opened up and there was a tiny lighter.
“Well, that is kinda cool, huh,” she said, staring at him. She really needed to know a little bit more about him, she thought. Anyone who had a wick and a lighter built into his belt had a story. She knew it would be interesting.
He walked to the window and looked out and frowned. “Okay, we need to move like now, they are walking down the street. We need to get everyone when they are here, and no more messing around. If any of them are gone, we are screwed.”
Georgie moved to the window and looked out. Two men with leather cuts were walking toward the building they were in. She squinted and tried to make out what was on their cuts, but she couldn’t see. She heard Boomer behind her and she turned. He was using the rope to tie the two containers together.
“See,” Boomer said softly. “You just need to make sure that you heat things up a little before you actually light the wick. If you don’t, it will go out before you can get it to blow.”
She frowned and looked back out the window. “They are almost here.”
“That is okay, let them come, we can take out the motherfuckers along with getting us the fuck outta here,” Boomer muttered and she shook her head. He had his little lighter and was heating the bottom of the containers. He was very careful and precise with how he did it, she was impressed, well fucking freaked out, but impressed she had been kidnapped with MacGyver.
“Okay, so you are gonna kill them?” Georgie asked with a shaky voice.
Boomer looked at her and then stood and walked to where she was standing and he placed his hands on her upper arms and said, “Baby, I get you are freaked, and this is completely out of your realm, but you stepped into this world by working for the Ops. Most of the time you wouldn’t be in this mess, but life is not all sunshine and roses, we need to get out of here and make sure they don’t follow us. As it is, we are gonna have to do some fast thinking to get back to the US, with the border patrols being what they are, and just saying, going to the cops is not an option, we are gonna need to find somewhere to hide and get a phone,” Boomer said and Georgie bit her lip.
“Shit, I didn’t think about that, I mean, I know we gotta get away and everything is just, I don’t know. I mean, we have no money, no phone, no passport. What the hell are we gonna do?” Georgie whispered.
Boomer smiled at her and said, “Hopefully get home.”
She rolled her eyes and he grabbed her hand and then with his other grabbed the containers and the lighter and walked to the door. She was shaking, she had no clue what Boomer was planning, but she did know this was gonna suck, like big time.
He put his ear to the door and she frowned and then moved around him and did the same. Shit, they were in the building, she could hear them all talking. Eekk, about them too. Boomer swore under his breath a little.
“When will they be here?” one man said gruffly.
“Soon, they will bring the money and then we meet with the others and plan our trip across the border,” another said and Boomer tensed.
“Two for the price of one right?” The man laughed.
“Yeah, at least they will take both. That way we don’t need to kill the girl like we thought. When the Ops find out we sold her it will hurt more, wondering and thinking where she was.” The other man chuckled. “It was good the Columbians don’t care either way.”
Boomer pulled back and snarled at the door, and then he said, “We really need to get the fuck outta here and find a damn phone. I need to call Fling now.”
“Fling? Who is Fling? Why are they selling us to the Columbians? Why do they want us?” Georgie whispered and Boomer shook his head.
“Listen, we need to get outta here,” Boomer said and let her go and then moved to the mattress and pulled it to the door. He handed her the containers and said, “Hold these, do not shake them at all.”
Georgie nodded and he bent and used the lighter and set the edge on fire, he blew on it to make it spread and go faster. She smelled the smoke and put her arm over her mouth and breathed slowly. He stood and nodded, held out his hand and placed the container in the middle of the bed and then pulled her to the corner and blocked her from being able to see.
“What the fuck?” she heard one of the men yell. “Shit, man, they set something on fire in there.”
“Goddammit, we need them alive,” the other snapped and she heard them running.
Boomer was breathing slowly, she wrapped her arms around him as the smoke began to billow and become thicker. “Hang on, they are coming, get ready,” Boomer said and then reached behind his back with a hand and grabbed one of hers. She nodded and then waited. She could hear the men cussing loudly on the other side of the door. Then the door was flung open and Boomer reached with his free hand and punched the first one through the door on the side of his head and then kicked the other one back when he tried to enter as well. Whatever, it meant both men went down hard and they ran. Three men were standing at the bottom of the stairs.
Two of them went for Boomer while one came at her. He thought since she was small, she would be defenseless, but they didn’t grow up with Tony and the O’Malley brothers. They had taught Sofie, Maria, Mia, and her how to defend themselves. By that she meant they literally made a ring in their backyard and taught them how to fight. They weren’t nice, they made sure the girls totally knew how to handle anything.
Georgie fell back on her left foot and then kicked with her right, hitting the man right in the stomach. She followed through with a knee to the balls, and he roared in anger. Well, he didn’t go down like she thought he would and wow, this could totally suck. She glanced briefly at Boomer who was fighting two men. The smoke from upstairs was beginning to drift down the stairs, she heard the two men upstairs yelling loudly.
The man lunged at her and she hit him right in the Adam’s apple. It was very painful she discovered when she was young when she accidently hit her brother. The man’s eyes widened because she had hit him accurately. He gasped and Boomer pushed one of the men he was fighting into the other and then grabbed her hand again.
Through the door, she didn’t have a chance to look around, Boomer was moving fast, and she was trying to keep up without falling on her ass. That was a chore, but she was more worried about them catching them so she focused. Boomer seemed to at least know where he was going. Her throat burned from the smoke she inhaled.
They made it out though, and Georgie was coughing and out of breath by the time they made it across the street and stopped. Boomer leaned against the wall and looked back at the building, waiting for something. They didn’t have to wait long, the rumble of the blast across the street shook the ground they were standing on, there had to have been more flammable things somewhere in the building, because once it started it just kept going, the first was a small blast and then it got bigger, and bigger. People ran from their buildings to watch the explosion, Georgie didn’t get a chance to see it though, Boomer was pulling her behind him after the initial blast.
Well that was one way to escape, she thought as they ran down the street. Boomer was looking for something, she could tell of course since they would pause and then turn a corner and run, then pause and repeat. After about ten blocks of this, she was out of breath and ready to stop. Her leg muscles were screaming and she wanted to just give up, but Boomer apparently wasn’t going to let her, the asshole wasn’t even out of breath when they paused once again.
“Come on, baby, we just need to go a few more blocks,” he whispered and she sucked in a ragged breath and nodded because she couldn’t speak even if she wanted to.
They ran some more and finally, after what seemed like a mile, Boomer stopped in front of a small adobe house. She frowned and looked around, they were in a small neighborhood right off the main street. She hadn’t been to Tijuana before so she didn’t know where the hell she was compared to the border. She wanted to go home, and have a shower.
As Boomer looked around closely before entering into the small postage stamp of a yard, she took the opportunity to look at Boomer. He was sexy, he was hot, and damn, she was really glad he had been kidnapped with her. This could have really sucked, in a huge way, if she were alone.
“Come on,” Boomer said and she sighed and followed like she had a choice. They walked to the front door and before Boomer could knock on it, the door swung open and they were greeted by the receiving end of a shotgun. Not okay, Georgie thought.