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intense, and ever focused, Holden could always be counted on, but at the moment he was taking his sweet-ass time. Kane and D were grounded until Holden killed the lights that illuminated the yard like a Christmas tree. They’d arranged for a neat power outage, something to throw the compound into a bit of chaos.
    But apparently Blanco’s men were perfectly capable of creating their own chaos.
    He flinched as a primal cry rang out from the prison. A male shriek laced with pain, horror, and fury.
    Kane’s balls shriveled. Lord, any man who screamed like that had either been castrated or set on fire.
    A few seconds later, the steel door of the prison was flung open and a stream of guards burst out. Kane did a quick count—one, two, three. Four and five were carrying a man in their arms. He didn’t wear the navy blue uniform, so obviously a civilian. That left two guards.
    Adrenaline pumping through his veins, he shot forward, nearly slamming into D. The two men stormed the jail, moving in opposite directions. Kane heard a startled male cry, a shout cut short by a sickening crack.
    A familiar crack. A man’s neck being snapped, aka D taking care of business.
    Moving into the musty-smelling corridor, Kane raisedhis assault rifle. Under the glow of the weak single bulb lighting the cell-lined hall, he caught a flash of movement. A guard was shoving a woman into one of the cells. The sound of Spanish expletives filled the air. Slamming the cell door, the guard cursed a final time, then turned. He froze when he caught sight of Kane.
    Eyes flicking to the barrel pointed at him, the guard reached for the pistol holstered at his hip. He was a second too late. Kane’s bullet hit the man between the eyes.
    “Nice shot,” D drawled, coming up behind him.
    “She’s down here,” Kane said briskly, crossing the hall with three long strides.
    He kicked the guard’s lifeless body out of the way, glanced at the cell, and halted. When his gaze fell on the motionless woman lying on the floor, the blood in his veins turned to ice.
    “Oh shit,” D muttered.
    As his heart thudded against his rib cage, Kane slid open the metal door and dropped to his knees. He reached for the battered woman, cursing wildly when he caught sight of all the blood.
    “Fucking animals,” D rasped.
    Kane met the other man’s eyes and the rage he saw in them mirrored his own. He glanced back at the woman. A redhead. Naked and bleeding and broken.
    Swallowing, he lifted her into his arms and stumbled out of the cell.
    “Cover us.” He barked the order at D, then sprinted for the door.
    Nothing and nobody encountered them when they stepped outside. No guards, no gunshots. Whatever happenedin that jail just now, it had sent all of Blanco’s men scurrying to the main house. And Holden had done his thing with the lights. The entire courtyard was bathed in darkness.
    They rushed across the compound, Kane carrying the redhead, D covering them from behind. To his left, Kane caught sight of a guard sprawled in the dirt, neck twisted in an unnatural position. Dead. Morgan, as always, was efficient.
    They stole across the grounds and headed for the hills at the edge of the compound. The barbed wire fence that surrounded Blanco’s entire property boasted a jagged hole. Morgan and Holden waited there, swiftly bending down to help the new arrivals through.
    “Go,” Kane said to D, shifting the unconscious woman to his other shoulder.
    D went first, then helped Kane pull the woman through. Finally, they were out.
    They took off at a run, slicing through the trees and brush. Up ahead the brush widened into a large glade. The sound of a helicopter’s rotors filled the night.
    Kane tried hard not to look at the woman as he waited for the helicopter’s descent, but he couldn’t tear his gaze from her. Shit, she was in bad shape. Really bad shape. He shifted her to one arm, reaching out with the other to brush strands of red hair from her face.
    Next to him, Morgan