Page 55 of Property of El Jefe


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“Yes. We’re slowing down and giving him space.”

“Good. Can you see Louis yet? He texted that he’s on his way down the mountain.”

I squinted my eyes and saw dust. “Yeah, I think I can see him.”

“Just keep a cool head if they go off the road.”

“Don’t even say that.” Another call was coming in. “I gotta go. Silvia is calling.” I hung up on Quino and answered. “Baby, are you okay?”

“You need to stop. If you get any closer, he’ll put a bullet in my head.” She sounded calm and unafraid. How was that even possible, considering the grave danger she was in?

“Put Miguel on the line.”

“You’re on the speaker, idiot. Do you think I’d let her call you if I couldn’t hear?”

“Let her go, Miguel. She’s innocent.”

“Ha, that’s rich. You turned her into a goddamn whore with tattoos! She’s useless to me now.” He was for sure strung out. I could hear it in his voice. He had that shaky quality I recalled from long ago.

I’d kill him when I got my hands on him. Should’ve done it years ago, after he murdered my old man and Silvia’s mom. But I felt sorry for him and gave him a second chance to get his life together, and because Tonio begged me not to. But after Tonio died, I should’ve taken out Miguel. That may go down as my biggest regret.

“Then just let her go if she’s useless.” If I could keep him talking, he might not notice the pickup heading right for him. I wasn’t sure how many men were with him, or if he was the driver. It seemed like there was only one driver, so maybe there were only three of them in the cage, including Silvia.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you? Was she a good piece of ass for you? It didn’t bother you that she wasn’t even born when we became friends.?”

“No, should it? She’s a grown woman now.”

“You’re pathetic,” he hissed.

“So are you.”

“That truck is coming straight at us!” Silvia yelled. “Watch out, Miguel! Swerve!”

The SUV went off the side of the hill. I watched it flip multiple times and heard Silvia screaming. The sound of crunching metal chilled me to the bone. I hit the gas hard with only one goal, to get to my woman.

“Silvia!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “Talk to me, baby! Please talk to me!”

Nothing. Dead silence.

She better be alive. I can’t live without her.

“Do you hear me? She better have survived the crash!” I shouted to God.

A black cloud of smoke bellowed into the sky from the side of the hill. I eyed the spot, forcing my hog to go faster but it wasn’t that easy uphill. Louis was making his way down the hill when I arrived.

I jumped off my Harley and ran with my heart in my throat. A small fire had ignited. The vehicle was upside down.

Making my way down, I lost my balance and slid on my ass. Hissing and cursing as my jeans tore, and searing pain burned the back of my thighs.

“Silvia!” I saw her in the second row. The window on the door was broken and the frame was smashed. Only a child could fit through the small opening.

“Andy, I can’t get out.”

I assessed the condition of the SUV. The way it landed the front was completely flattened against the ground. Those in thefront couldn’t have survived, and even if they were alive by some miracle, I didn’t give a shit about them.

“Don’t worry Vee, I’m gonna get you out.” I tried to yank her door open, but it was too damaged and not budging.

“Hurry, Andy.” She cried, reaching her hand out to me through the small opening. “I can feel the heat from the fire above me.”