“What do you mean?”
“Well two days after I had sex, I was massively ill and went to the hospital; they couldn’t find anything wrong with me, and then a nurse suggested that I could be pregnant. I thought she was crazy, but she said in certain cases a woman can be sick within days. She told me that my body may have registered the change immediately, where in others it takes longer to show pregnancy symptoms.”
“That’s crazy, so did they run a test?”
“Actually, I’ve had a fifteen-minute quick check with a nurse at my doctor’s office daily since then. Yesterday before coming here, they ran a blood test, and it came back positive. My doctor was thrilled. I guess she’s never had a pregnancy case like mine before.”
“Why is that?”
“Well, because my test came back positive yesterday morning, making it eight days since I would have gotten knocked up. Today makes day nine. According to her, none of her patients have ever found out that quickly before. I have to go back in a few weeks for another test, but I’m convinced now after being sick every single day and then fine later in the day.”
“I’m so sorry you’ve been sick. Is it that douche you were playing beer pong with, the night of the house party?”
“God, no!”
“But I haven’t seen you go home with anyone else, except…”
Her head tilts as she nods sadly, “Nightmare.”
“Ho-ly fuckballs.”
Monday and Tuesday dragby with no luck on breaching the Cartel’s Compound. Princess hasn’t contacted me again, and I don’t know whether to be upset or impressed. She knows I’m with my brothers, and she’s either keeping busy or letting me handle my shit.
I’m getting real sick of being here, though. I’m ready to slide deep inside my woman and eat a fucking burger. I thought the hotel mattress in Texas was shit, but it’s a goddamn pillow top compared to the springy box I’ve been sleeping on here. It’s going to be straight hell on us riding back, sore and grouchy, most likely with some runaway bitch while dodging bullets.
Now here we are, Wednesday morning and attempting to sneak in once again. We figured that if the place is usually loaded down with cartel thugs, then a quiet, early approach is probably best. The brothers are just as antsy as I am, ready to get the fuck away from here.
Ruger catches up to Spider, talking quietly, “Look, all I’m saying is, it’s strange there isn’t anyone in this part of the Compound. Where the fuck did they all go?” He gestures around us at the huge abandoned space as we continue our trek.
The back corner where we’re located is littered with trees, a small brick building that we’re assuming is storage, and random, massive-sized rocks, nearly the same height as me. It’s weird, but who the fuck cares if it provides us some cover.
Shrugging, Spider glances around. “I showed you the satellite images. There were only a few heat signatures indicated with the program on the thermal mode. Unless they’ve decided to patrol, none of them are near this area.”
Exterminator halts suddenly, whirling toward them. “Quiet the fuck down. This isn’t school or some shit where you two can fuckin’ gossip. If they hear us, they’ll shoot. Now shut the fuck up,” he orders.
They keep quiet, and we continue on our path toward a specific building Ex was told to search first.
Over the past two days, we’ve learned that the cop told Ex that he’d been watching the area closely and thought that this bitch he’s looking for is being held in a certain spot. There are regular rotations that monitor it made by three guards at all times, which will be no biggie for us to overpower.
Spider had to wait until we penetrated the wall and were physically inside the cartel’s perimeter to log into their camera feeds with his cell. Supposedly, whoever has this chick is insanely cautious and at any little glitch, he takes off with her and disappears. By waiting until we were on their land, the system they use wouldn’t register it as an intruding device, just as one of their men trying to use the Wi-Fi. Fucking crazy shit that I’d never know about or even have a guess to think of; Spider’s one smart little fucker.
Trailing along, I think of random shit, such as I’m grateful to have Spider with us and not against us. He’s a good asset to have and will be even more valuable as he gets in more time on the road with us. I should have him set up some type of security over at Princess’ apartment. I hadn’t seen a keypad by the door when I’d left her place last week.
Sinner gasps, “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ with me.” He clears his throat as his steps falter. “Brothers, stop.” He gazes around out in the field.
I don’t know if he found an IED or a mine or what the fuck, so I stop straightaway. My gaze scans over the ground around us. With it being the Cartel, it could be absolutely anything. If it’s not some explosive or drug, it’s most likely a pile of dead bodies stacked up somewhere.
Next, Saint whispers, “No.” And we’re all silent enough to hear it loud and clear. “Holy fuck.”
“What?” Ex grumbles and Sinner nods to the open space off to the left side.
Everyone’s eyes immediately shoot in that direction, concentrating to peer closely enough and pick out whatever Saint and Sinner have discovered. Personally, I’m looking for snipers. I wouldn’t be surprised if they position a few out here to pick off intruders. It would explain the lack of heat signatures the guys were talking about earlier.
The choking sound that leaves Spider as he finally sees them doesn’t surprise me one bit. I’d probably choke also…if I could speak or even move my mouth.
Nightmare grumbles, “What the hell we supposed to do?”
“Anything to the right?” Ex whispers.