Free Maybe Always (Maybe Series Book 3) by Ella Miles Page A

look like a hard-core killer. He looks like a kid who has lost his way and doesn’t know what to do.  
    “Here you go, Kinsley ,” the man says, emphasizing my name, as he places a new plate of food in front of me.  
    Tamales, I recognize immediately.  
    I dig in and realize that this food is much better than what I was previously eating.  
    “Much better, right?”
    I nod as I consume another mouthful.  
    The man smiles. “I’m Raul.”  
    “Thanks Raul,” I say through a mouthful even though I already told him my name.  
    Raul looks scary with tattoos covering his body and face, and he’s almost double Karp’s size.  
    “That’s Samuel,” he says, pointing to the man to my left. “You already met Seth.” He smiles, pointing to the man who was my guard and held the gun up to my head earlier.  
    “Sorry about that,” Seth says before taking a long drag of his beer.  
    I frown at him.  
    Raul continues, “The guy who cooked you the questionable food is Karp. And the quiet one over there is Ricardo. He doesn’t speak much English.”  
    I nod at Ricardo, who seems to be the oldest man in the room. I take another bite of my tamale and moan a little at how good it is until I see Raul looking at me with lust in his eyes. I force a smile and then return to eating without moaning.  
    “So, what do you guys typically do around here at this time of night?” I ask.  
    The men glance around to each other, not sure of what they are supposed to say or not say in front of me.  
    I stop eating. “Oh, come on, guys. I’m a Felton. You can tell me what you guys do.”
    The men continue to stare at one another, none of them wanting to speak.  
    Finally, Seth opens his mouth. “We are all on night shift tonight. None of us usually work nights, but since most of the men have moved to the other location, we have to cover more shifts. We are in charge of making sure no one gets in or out tonight.”  
    I smile at him. “Good to know I’ll have such strong men protecting me tonight.” I take another bite. “So, where is the next location?”
    Raul answers, “We don’t know. They don’t tell us shit.”  
    I look around at all the men who are grumbling about not knowing where the next location is and that they should get to know something since they have all worked here long enough.  
    Seth looks at his phone. “We need to get going. Shift starts in five.”  
    The men grumble some more but all begin to get up.  
    “Thanks again for the food,” I say to Raul.  
    “Karp is also on cook duty tomorrow night. So, come to me, and I’ll get you something edible.”  
    “Thanks,” I say.  
    I watch as the men all leave before I finish my plate of food. I get up from the rickety old table. I pick up the other empty plates the men left and throw them in the trash. I hate that these men made me feel anything for them at all. But they just seem like men. Not killers. Men who need a woman to pick up after them. Men who need a woman to teach them that what they are doing is wrong.  
    I yawn. I have no idea what time it is, other than knowing it is late based on how tired I feel. I should ask Nacio if they found my purse. That way, I can at least get my phone back.  
    I head upstairs through the old corridors until I find Nacio’s office. I don’t bother knocking. I just open the door and head in, just like Killian used to do to me.  
    His words, “ You find out the best information if you don’t knock ,” ring in my ear. He’s right.  
    As I enter Nacio’s office, I hear Nacio use Killian’s name, and I freeze. I glance around the room to see if Killian is here, but I see no one. Please, God, don’t let Killian really be involved with these people instead of the FBI. Please. Please just let him be an FBI agent.  
    Nacio glances up at me with a frown on his face. He looks worn and worried for just a second at the sight of me, but then it disappears just as quickly. He ends his call without