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the time it wasn’t Cruz calling anyway, it was a lackey or some other peon. Dylan could put the conversation off a little while longer until he had Hannah in his grasp. But what if it was Cruz? Did he really want to ignore the man and risk his life?
    Damn the bitch.
    Dylan flicked his thumb across the green Answer button.
    “Hello?” He prayed it was someone else.
    “Dylan.”
    Fuck his luck.
    Cruz.
    “Hey, boss, how’s the weather?” Dylan opened the fridge, wishing he’d stashed some beer at the holding house. Instead he had a couple bottles of sedatives, some tranqs, and a few bags of designer drugs for when he’d hit a club and go fishing.
    “Why is my merchandize not in the air?”
    Shit. Shit. Shit.
    Dylan ran his hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and seized on the first thought.
    “The virgin wasn’t ever part of today’s pick-up.” He paced through the house, peeking out of windows.
    “What happened, Dylan?” There was a deadly edge to the calm tone. Cruz was pissed because Rogelio threw Dylan under the bus.
    “There was a hiccup. It’s not a problem. She’ll be at the plane on Thursday.”
    “No, she won’t. She just called and spoke to Luis to arrange her rooms and commented that she was getting her own flight.” Cruz’s voice rose steadily until he was almost yelling through the phone, the false calm shattered. “Why isn’t she on that plane, Dylan?”
    Dylan winced. Fuck his luck.
    “She’ll be there though. Rogelio and the others can grab her from the resort. They do that sort of thing.” It was already an established part of the business. Besides, who’d miss one more girl?
    “There are already two girls scheduled for pick-up from the resort. She will make a third. That is too many. Don’t you understand, you idiot? No more than two girls can go missing from the same place or the American authorities get suspicious. How many did you send with Rogelio today? How many?”
    “Three.” Dylan gulped down oxygen, his lungs burning.
    “Three. Three. Where were they from?”
    “They were college girls.”
    “You’re fucking this up Dylan. College girls have families who care where they are. This is not what we discussed.”
    “I get it, I get it, boss. I’ll fix this.”
    “I want your ass here, tomorrow. You’d better have a solution or it’ll be your ass on the block. I’ve promised to deliver a virgin because you said you could make it happen.”
    “She’ll be there.” One piece of ass was not worth dying over.
    “You get one chance, Dylan. One. Understand?”
    “Got it.”
    The line went dead.
    Dylan shoved his phone into his pocket and continued to pace. Hannah would go. He’d set the hook too well, and if she was confirming room reservations, she had all intent to go. She just wouldn’t be getting on a charter plane bound directly for Cruz’s facility. Details, really. But something could always go wrong.
    He didn’t doubt Cruz’s threat to put his ass on the auction block. Cruz dealt primarily in women, but there were typically some younger men for the more deviant tastes. Dylan would need to make sure they grabbed Hannah without incident.
    Hannah leaned across Mason, her breast brushing his arm. Her body tingled at the accidental touch, far too aware of him, the space he took up, and that he hadn’t said a single thing to her since take-off. She took the soft drink from the flight attendant, her smile firmly in place.
    She would not blush.
    She wouldn’t do it.
    It was an accident.
    But it was him.
    And she had the most extreme reactions to anything involving this man.
    There was the tiniest flex of Mason’s muscles, but it was the set of his jaw that gave him away. Melissa had tried to explain the kind of power that gave a woman, but words were nothing in comparison to the giddy thrill of knowing .
    Other men had been attracted to her over the years, though never at the right time or when she was interested in them.
    Mason liked her.
    He wanted