The noise of the propellers put the whole body on alert. 72 hours without sleep. 72 hours late. The damn phone call had taken away any shred of peace and all The next few hours were an ordeal to fnd Hannah. one was needed tactical team and a plan to invade the place, and it took a long time to get those two things. Damn 72 hours late. Staring at me in the refection of the helicopter window as the damn fight it didn't end, I saw anger overfowing from my pores. I was mad at Hannah, with the son of a bitch who used her and was mad at myself. THE sepulchral silence from the rest of the team refected my mood, perhaps in agreement with the critical situation we were experiencing. He needed to be alert, more than ever. - Ten minutes to landing. - It was Wolf's voice on the communicator. Everyone started reviewing their equipment and I felt more confdent. about our next few minutes here. All came to the call, highly accurate and lethal, the ideal group for what would be faced next. "Don't forget I want him alive," I yelled over the noise of the propellers. as we approached the ground. Everyone nodded, continuing to make preparations. I could smell the bastard's blood, flling me with anticipation to kill the bastard and bring Hannah back. - We'll leave it especially for you, Red Hawk. The helicopter landed in the clearing a few minutes later and we all did our way out. The night made the forest even more dense and humid. - Warlock, stay on the plane - he said to the pilot - We'll arrive to the asshole compound in half an hour, keep distracting the radars and come get us. - Why the hell are you going over this with me? - You know why. - Bring her back Hawk, I'll keep in line. – Warlock me glared brutally - Send that piece of shit straight to the hell. I jumped out of the helicopter right after Warlock's last words. In foor, the team already had rifes drawn and night vision goggles in the face. - Murphy, watch our backs. Ryle, follow with two more to the east, go faster and be the distraction for our entrance. Without waiting for an answer, I started running through the dense forest with more three of the men. Anger was potent fuel, like a rife burning in my arms and the thirst for revenge radiating through every pore of your skin. With each new step, I could feel the adrenaline rising in my body. That would be over for the night and then I could go back to sleep and take care of Hannah. "Ryle to Red Hawk, over." Ryle's sharp voice squeaked into my ear. heard. - Red Hawk on the wire. - Hawk, we are fve hundred meters from the complex. Something is wrong. - What's wrong? - It's all very quiet, apparently there's no one outside and few lights are on. - Fall back, wait for my arrival from the north. Something was wrong. Her terse breathing was altered by the ache at the back of her neck. He no he had liked what he had heard. There was something wrong. That place it would never be without massive supervision. Hannah. She may have been transferred. No, he wouldn't have taken that long for a safe lane for nothing. Running to the encounter, he slows down the steps next to the men when he kills her indicated the end of the trail. Looking around, I looked for a spot to observe the distance what was happening. Minutes later, on top of a tree, the complex was visible, with few lights on and only two cars from the outside. Something was wrong. - Red Hawk to Ryle, what's your situation? - We're still watching Hawk. No movement so far.
I put the last tray of the night under the kitchen table and took a deep breath.
background. It was already dawn and my body was asking for a bed and rest with urgency. I took off my apron and grabbed the bag with my name on it and the leftovers from the dinner provided. It would be my first meal after long hours.
I'm working at a buffet on the weekends to support my extra bills lately. It hasn't been easy keeping my routine as a violinist with the Chicago Philharmonic Orchestra during the week and have strength to smile and wave through endless parties and fine cocktails
on weekends.
- Hey Kate, here's your money. I call you during the week to confirm the schedule of events next week. – Andy, the manager from the buffet, he said as he handed me the envelope.
I smiled slightly as I finished tucking my bag in
my back.
- Thanks Andy.
- Go straight home girl, you look like you've been hit by a bus.
- Thanks for raising my self-esteem Andy. you look great too after seven hours on your feet. - I started towards the back door.
kitchen. - Bye, see you next week.
I got a taxi just around the corner, the only luxury I allowed on the weekends thanks to my tight budget, and I closed the eyes for a moment allowing all the weariness of the week to take over.
take care of my body. A twinge in the back of my neck reminded me that my next headache would not be long in coming.
It had been six weeks since my diagnosis and I was still struggling against him.
"Kate, I'm so sorry, but you have a brain tumor. It's inoperable. "
That's what the first doctor to diagnose me told me. and also the three others that I have visited in recent weeks. It was the same thing, just with
some different words. I had gone home every time with the insistent tears down my face and a stubbornness in accepting what everyone those professionals had told me. I went to the hospital two weeks ago because of a very strong headache that the medicines at home
they weren't noticing. It was then that the doctor on duty referred me to the only neurosurgeon in Chicago who might be interested in my case.
The problem was that the health service would not cover this consultation and the extra weekend money would be destined for one thing: a appointment next Monday.
It was my last hope I felt the car stop and opened my eyes to see my building up ahead.
I paid the fare and started up the steps like a robot. I lived in a charming historic building in West Town, a few few doors and no elevators, but nothing took away my charm for
that place. I started to climb the stairs to the second floor when the clatter of bracelets and a thin heel rose behind me.
- You look like an old lady going up slowly like that.
It was Amber, my neighbor. Our doors were facing each other and we always had time for a little gossip and coffee.
- It's almost three in the morning Amber, anyone coming homebat that time you have the right to walk at the pace of the elderly. what are you going up the stairs in that violent way?
- My shoes are killing me! -She said as she looked at the foot.
- Have you thought about taking them off?
- They're too wonderful for that.
- Are you sure they're worth the pain? Her foot looks a little swollen...
- They're worth a life, Kate. Look at that amazing red sole and tell me aren't they wonderful?
- Oh my God, this is...
- Yes, Christian Louboutin is at my feet. - She said proudly as he continued up the steps beside me. - I won in the week passed from an old man.
"Amber, get away from me. I'm too underdressed to stay close to it. - We started laughing.
I got a good look at Amber in her long, tight evening gown.
blue, the incredible cleavage and revealing beyond her long red hair and the striking makeup that made her look like a movie star, and soon I deduced that she came from a night with one of her stupidly rich customers.
We'd been neighbors for about a year, ever since she got married.
change wearing high sandals and micro shorts, climbing frantically boxes like those shoes didn't matter. I was impressed on how she managed to remain elegant in such an exhausting situation.
It didn't take long for us to start talking excitedly. when we met in the hallway and despite the exterior, we had lots of things in common. One night, after a few movies and several glasses of wine, Amber said she earned her living as a luxury escort.
I had already seen the sophisticated cars coming to pick her up at the entrance, and all
the robed killers she wore gave me a good lead. Is it over there he waited a few seconds noticing each of my expressions facials. I took another sip of wine and said, "Well, I really was.
waiting for the right moment to say that I fnd all your evening dresses wonderful, so don't be alarmed if one day I knock on your door asking
some borrowed". I saw something like relief pass through her.
face, but then she started laughing and we continued talking.
I worried, but I knew she didn't need that from me, she alreadybshould have a lot of her own and other people.
We were still laughing when we got to our foor as I dragged me with weariness.
- Kate, do you want to come eat something? I have a lasagna myself waiting in the oven. - She said as she tied the long red strands in a coke.
- No, Amber, thank you. I can't think of anything else but mine bed at this time.
- You look extremely tired. The buffet is very
pulled?
- Yeah, I'm exhausted. My trays were too heavy today, my head is about to explode. I'm just going to take some aspirin and go to sleep
as much as I can.
- Kate, um... I don't really know how to say this, but... You never
thought of doing something lighter to get some extra money... Something else easy?
- Like this? - I looked at Amber for a few moments without understanding very well, until my penny dropped. - Do something... How do you do it?
- Well, what do you think exactly I do? - Things a luxury escort does... - I really was getting uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was taking.
- Oh my God Kate, you're blushing. - She started to laugh. - Look, there are a million things an escort can do, but at the same time
Contrary to what most people think, I don't spend the night in a brothel and beaten by a pimp. Most of the time, my work is the same as
a model. - She said in an amused tone that made me laugh.
- Model?
- Exactly. I sleep with some clients? Yes, sometimes, but only with the ones I want and trust. Most of the time I just have to use
an expensive dress and walk up and down with a smile on her face.
arm in arm with some rich guy. Exhibitions, balls, business dinners Just smile and wave.
- I'm not good at that kind of thing. I would bore a guy in two times.
- Not with that body. - She said taking the keys in her purse. - The thing the whole thing is this, I see you coming and going and well... I can tell that you don't walk very well, you always look tired and clearly is in need of money... The truth is that you have a choice between earn a few tens of dollars an hour as a waiter, or you can
earn a few thousand in one night.
- A few thousand...?
- From five hundred to
Chapter 1 Next week
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Chapter 2 She wasn't for the next few
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Chapter 3 Impossible
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Chapter 4 This money
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Chapter 5 Every muscle
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Chapter 6 She was surprised
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Chapter 7 To bad boys
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Chapter 8 Fuck the money
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Chapter 9 Not be seduced
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Chapter 10 Up about Money
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Chapter 11 Forgot your Key
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Chapter 12 Do not enter
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Chapter 13 Could only be Crazy
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Chapter 14 Not! Not!
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Chapter 15 Amazing
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Chapter 16 My presence
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Chapter 17 My conscience
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Chapter 18 It was sweet and fast
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