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2024-10-29 19:42:56Two large suitcases and a carry-on bag. Abby stared at the packed luggage sitting in the corner of her room. That was all she could carry into their new life. Going back to the place she’d started out in this world felt terrifying; the last time she had been in the States was at the brash age of seventeen. She’d loved her time in South Africa. It was time to move on and new adventures started with a first step…and Djibouti.
Abby asked Lizzy to come over that evening. It was time to tell her friend the truth and to say their goodbyes. Lizzy wouldn’t like the revelation, it could be the death of their friendship. A grim byproduct of the circumstances, but Lizzy needed to be warned she was a link to Josephine Abigail Evans that Khalid may u
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Clear as day, Abby walked out of the café with Levi Bakal. Max’s earpiece came alive with Donnie’s voice. “They’re walking to Bakal’s car to see his new wallpaper. The red car, forward and to the left.” Max spotted it one aisle over. Abby’s design company was closed for business so what the hell was she doing? “Donnie, I want you out there. Do a loop to our vehicle, pretend to get something and then pull her back in.”“Copy.”
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The rear door opened onto an alley. Johnny pulled Lizzy behind him as he cleared the area, leading her away from the café. The chatter of fire dropped off. The now infrequent pops meant that the threat was under control. She lagged behind.“Move, Lizzy, we’re getting out of here.” Johnny adjusted his earpiece. “Slater, do you read?” “Copy. Terminated eight tangos. No new unknowns located in the area. What’s your location and status?”“Both unharmed. Moving aro
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A fucking container. They were in a container truck; clever bastards weren’t taking any chances. The steel box blocked any signal transmissions. The stifling shell was pimped out with iron shackles, welded to the sides and to the floor. An ankle and wrist were both secured, rendering him ineffective. They’d fastened Abby to the opposite wall. Too far away from him. So far she’d been treated well enough, without any roughhousing, and thankfully they’d given her water. Max needed out of the metal box for the transmitter to work, a breadcrumb for his team to follow. He estimated their journey time at around the two-hour mark. “I need
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When they reached their destination, five guerrillas pulled Abby out and held her separately, boxing her in with AK47s being waved about. Roman stroked a gun across her temple and Max had no choice but to comply. The container was backed into an open door of a large structure, enclosed in thick concrete walls and a solid concrete roof with no windows. Of all his fucking luck, any signal would be blocked by the solid structure. If it were just him, Max would have already made a move. With Abby in the mix, saying it was complicated was a gross understatement.Max made his play. “I know where her son is.”
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In any other circumstances, Abby would have found the game lodge beautiful; instead, the chilled air was infested with a greedy plague. A slight sound to the side of the dust path had her glancing to her left. A kudu bull sat quietly in the grass. Its twisted horns almost seemed to bow gracefully as the huge buck watched her walk by. Two zebras stood behind, their tails twitching in the dusky light. Stairs swept up to a wooden deck that led to the luxurious main lodge. An infinity pool draped off the side, the water tinkling in the night. The lodge’s massive framework held up a thatched roof. Contemporary African art and thick rugs were scattered among leather sofas and dark wood trimmings in the spacious living area.
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Abby’s swollen bottom lip had Max on his feet.He pushed a water bottle into her hands. “Drink and eat the bread.”Two men followed behind. Muller the douche and Roman the prick.“Who hurt you?”“I’m okay. It’s you I’m worried about.”
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Johannesburg. Four weeks later. That damn dog wouldn’t be able to fight its way out of a paper packet, never mind protect his Lizzy. Johnny watched her mom’s little rat dog take a shit on the sidewalk, before his blonde beauty bent over with a poop bag to sweep up the steaming parcel. Johnny paused to take in the spectacular view that was Lizzy’s incredible ass. Perky butt cheeks shaped beautifully by faded skinny jeans. Her retro outfit included a Michael Jackson “Thriller” T-shirt, silver sneakers, fire-engine lipstick and a bandana holding back curls. Where was she taking the ankle biter? There were no parks nearby plus she carried a bright red handbag. Not the wisest choice on the streets of Jo’burg, yet she wandered down the street like she was strolling through Central Park. Granted, it was a suburban area, but it wasn’t safe. Lizzy dropped the bag of rat droppings into a neighbor’s garbage can, then wiped her hands with a wet wipe. Her p
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Abby woke to two very different male snores. One loud and raspy and the other sounding like a squeaky puppy. Max lay stretched out on the chair, balancing a snoring Gabe like a football in his lap. The comical pair had her giggling, a sound she promptly regretted as a pain lanced through her chest.Max was by her side in a flash, tucking Gabe under his arm and stroking her hair. “Easy now, baby. Shallow breaths, you’ll be okay.”Abby breathed through the pain before grasping his strong hand in hers. Max laid a sleeping Gabe by her side.
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Windhoek, Namibia.By American standards, the German-run health facility was up to code. By African standards it was the Ritz Carlton. The floors were clean, walls freshly painted, it was well stocked and seemed organized. None of that alleviated the tension running through Max. They were still situated in fucking Africa, where he was relying on foreign medical staff he knew jack shit about to perform surgery on Abigail. Two hours had gone by and still no word. The nursing staff were giving Max a wide berth after he’d hounded them for the past hour.
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The only makeshift weapon in the austere room was a clay bowl situated on the bedside table. Abby lunged for it, as Roman pounced onto the mattress. Grabbing the lip of the bowl, Abby smashed it into the side of his head, causing him to collapse as the ornament exploded.Roman moaned as Abby scrambled off the bed. Due to her injuries, she moved far slower than she’d have liked, as though she were wading through quicksand. She crawled to the door, the swaying room and the hammering music added to the disorientation. She had to get to Gabe.“You fucking bitch.”
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