Felix rode her Harley down highway sixty-four toward the airport, feeling a strong sense of déjà vu. The last time she traveled that stretch of road she was heading in the other direction, away from the assholes. The feel of Ryan's mouth on her body kept Felix's spirits up. She had become addicted to his touch and his taste and the rush of adrenaline she felt whenever his eyes dissected her. She sensed the affection behind those looks, and it would serve as motivation as she took on the assholes.

As her headlights reflected off the nature preserve sign, Felix's heart rate picked up. Not a good thing when seven hundred pounds of Harley roared beneath your ass. Felix made the turn, and when she found the parking lot empty, she felt a strange sense of relief, although no cars didn't mean no people hiding in the shadows. Trees surrounded the parking lot on all sides, closing her in, and Felix swung into a space near the entrance, making use of any advantage she could find. Ryan assured her he and Fulton would be less than five minutes away, but she could bleed to death in three if a bullet hit the right spot. Damn. Why was she letting her mind go there?

Felix dismounted and retrieved her phone from her saddlebag, swiping through her settings and engaging the GPS. She left her helmet on while she waited for a call back, reducing the chance of someone taking a pot shot at her head. Not that it would matter. A clean shot through the heart would do the trick. Ugh.

It didn't take more than a minute before her phone rang, and Felix pulled the helmet off her head to answer. "Hello?"

"Hola, chica. Are you excited to be reunited with your family?"

She groaned inwardly. She really wanted to kick Carlos in the balls. "I'm at the meeting point. Where are you?"

"We are on our way. We wanted to be sure you were alone before we came out of hiding."

She deposited her phone in her helmet as a black dual cab truck pulled into the parking lot and rolled up next to her. A burly man she didn't recognize climbed out of the passenger's side. He was dressed in jeans and a tight-fitting shirt, but her gaze immediately went to his waist, where a leather whip wound around his belt loop. She decided it was best not to wonder what he used it for and focus on Carlos, who was strutting up to her like a Lucha libre wrestler.

"You are looking as tasty as ever," he said. "Maybe now that you are through with your estupido boyfriend, you will let me taste you."

Despite the fact that Felix often used sarcasm with Carlos, she reeled in her smart mouth, opting for a more reserved approach to start out. "I'd rather not talk about estupido boyfriends." Whipping boy arrived next to Carlos and Felix sized him up. Based on girth and circumference, she knew he could take her in a nanosecond. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Hector," Carlos said as if he knew Felix had been doing the math. "He is Donovan's personal assistant, and tonight he will be my assistant. We will be taking you and your Precious to the airport, but first I need to make sure you are not carrying any weapons. This, I will do without Hector's assistance."

"I'm not packing, Carlos, and my Tomcat is in my duffel. It's the only gun I own." She reached inside her saddlebag and pulled out her duffel, shoving it into his chest.

Carlos checked her bag and passed it off to Hector. "I still have to pat you down. Donovan's orders."

Felix rolled her eyes and submitted to his dumbass request. It probably wouldn't be her only humiliating experience over the next few hours. Carlos started under her armpits, feeling his way down her sides and trailing them along the edge of her bra. He leaned into her chest, inhaling ragged breaths at her ear as he patted around the back of her jeans. Wearing a poorly disguised grin, Carlos crouched in front of her, running his fingers along her inner thighs and taking his damn time to do it. The guy was itching for a serious knee to groin injury.

When he had gotten his rocks off, he nodded to Hector. "She's clean. The only weapon Felix has on her is her muy caliente body, and she carries that with her wherever she goes. Now, chica, I need your phone, por favor. And your password."

Carlos held out his hand, and Felix picked up her helmet, holding it out so he could take her phone. "Einstein."

Carlos swiped the screen then hesitated, his eyebrows bunching in confusion. "How do you spell that?"

Felix pursed her lips, stifling a grin. "E I N S T E I N."

Carlos punched in the password, flicked to settings, and disengaged her GPS. After shoving her phone into his pocket, he gestured to her bike. "Hector. La moto."

She watched as Precious was loaded into the bed of the truck and secured with straps. Then Felix was forced to sit next to Carlos in the front seat, while Hector stretched out in the dual cab. When they got on the road, Felix took a moment to contemplate the fact that she was still alive. Definitely a good sign. It was time to do the job she was tasked with.

"This is a nice dual cab. It looks new." She pretended to be interested in the green glow of the dashboard. "The display is cool, and so is the black paint job. It must be Donovan's. There's something about a big black truck that says 'I mean business'. Nothing against your white Viper, Carlos. It's a pretty car."

His response came out as a grunt.

"So, we're going to the airport, eh? Where are we flying?"

"We are taking a little trip. I think you will like it." A crafty smile found Carlos' face, but he offered nothing more.

"Can you tell me where we're going?"

"No."

"What's going to happen to my bike?"

"Do not worry about your Precious. She will be stored in a safe place until...well, until you need her again."

It wasn't long before they pulled into the parking lot of the county airport. Felix wasted no time relaying her coordinates. "Now that we're at the airport, can you tell me where we're going?"

"No."

"Is Donovan meeting us here?"

"No."

With a resigned sigh, Felix slumped in her seat as Carlos drove around the airport to where the private aircraft were housed. Only one hangar stood open and a Learjet was parked in front of it. They drove into the open hangar and Hector hopped out, climbing into the bed of the truck to untie her bike. He had been completely silent during the ride, which she took as a bad sign. She was quite familiar with the term silent but deadly, and she knew it didn't always refer to killer farts. She got out of the truck while Hector and Carlos unloaded her bike and rolled it into a storage room inside the hangar. She sighed as they closed the door, hoping it wasn't the last time she would see Precious.

"I take it that's Donovan's private plane?" she said to Carlos as he grabbed her duffel and slung it over his arm.

"Good guess. Let us go see your ex-lover. He is waiting for you on board. I am looking forward to seeing you punch him in the face."

Felix offered no retort as she followed Carlos and Hector to the plane. While she had no intention of reuniting with Andy, she didn't want to burn any bridges. If she played her cards right, any one of the assholes could prove useful. All nefarious thoughts flew out the window however, when she saw Andy waiting at the top of the staircase, standing half-hidden behind the door of the plane. He looked like he was afraid of her, which he should be. As she climbed the stairs, she noticed a bruise on his cheek, but she refused to feel sorry for him. He was a two-timing schmuck, and he didn't deserve her. That would be her mantra while she was on this insane mission.

Andy reached for her hand. "Baby. I'm so glad you're safe."

Felix let him keep his hand as she scooted past him. "I'd rather you call me Felix from now on."

Carlos squeezed between them, wearing a broad grin, followed by Hector, who was not wearing a grin. In fact, his expression hadn't changed at all. She followed Carlos and Hector, letting Andy trail behind her.

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry, Ba...Felix, before you forgive me?"

Felix turned around and Andy stopped abruptly, grabbing onto the back of a seat to keep from bumping into her. "You don't have to apologize anymore, Andy. I forgive you because I don't want to carry around resentment. It's bad for my health and peace of mind. I will continue to be your colleague, but as of this moment, our relationship will no longer include a sexual component."

Andy didn't press the issue. He was smart enough to know that arguing with her while trapped on an airplane with his jerkoff friends would be suicide for his reputation. She spun around and walked further onto the plane, which didn't take much. It was small, with an open seating area that resembled a conference room. The tables on either side were flanked by black, leather seats, and Shane was reclining in one of them with that moronic smile on his face. He sported a bruise that looked identical to Andy's. Felix chose the seat furthest away from Shane, and Andy did the right thing and slouched into a chair across from him, tipping a beer bottle to his lips. Carlos walked up to Felix and handed her a beer.

"You look like you could use this." He took a seat across the table from her and pulled his cellphone out of his pocket as it beeped. After scanning the screen, he leaned across the aisle, speaking to Shane and Andy.

"Jorge and the pilots are on their way. Once they get here, we can get this shit over with."

Felix didn't like the way he said get this shit over with, like they were waiting for everyone to arrive before they bumped her off. Could Ryan still hear her? Was his heart pounding as hard as hers? She lifted the beer to her mouth and drained half of it. With any luck, she would catch a buzz before the shit went down.