Free Heart of Danger by Capri Montgomery Page B

home,” Alex mumbled as if he knew the thoughts going through his mind. “She’ll need somebody; you and I both know what it’s like to be captive, but we don’t know what it’s like to be…”
     
    “Yeah, I know,” he didn’t want to voice the words either. They didn’t know what it was like to be violated the way they were sure she had been. They were too late to save her from that, but they wouldn’t be too late to save her from being prisoner in Diego Valdez’s estate for the rest of her life—however long her captor would allow that to be. They had to save her.
     
    As the daylight hours started to fade they were all getting antsy. This was their most important mission ever and if they screwed up the consequences would be irrevocably horrific. Micah knew he wasn’t leaving without Natalia which meant if he failed it was up to the other three men. He didn’t gather any of them would take a fail on this either which meant they were leaving with her or they would all be dead. If they all died then she was stuck in that hell for the rest of her life. Neither option was suitable in his mind. They would not fail. They could not fail.
     
    “Game plan one more time,” Preston softly called off his planned method of attack and they all successively gave the plan A, plan B and plan C options. They moved closer to the estate, getting ready. The moment it was dark enough, when the guards outside dropped to a minimum, they would make their move. Night scopes ready, weapons ready, their plan—ready to execute. But then they saw her, dressed in a long fitted red dress and sky high stiletto white shoes. She looked good enough to eat. Micah tried to shake the thought from his mind. He had no right to be thinking those thoughts, not to mention the fact that it was piss poor timing.
     
    “Dinner out on the patio tonight, huh;” Jet mumbled. “Should we implement part of plan C here?”
     
    “Not yet,” Preston kept his voice low. “We don’t want to get her shot. Wait for it, men; we’ll get her out of there.”
     
    They sure as hell would, and that was the only thing Micah needed to know. He had enough bullets to kill anything that moved and proved to be the enemy. He was not leaving without Natalia and he was not going to let her spend another night in that bastard’s home.
     
    He noticed she wasn’t really eating. She was pushing food around on her plate, pretending to cut up the pasta as she went. She was plotting something, and he wondered what.
     
    “Who’s the new guy?” Alex’s question drew Micah’s attention away from Natalia and over to the patio door.
     
    “Not sure.” Jet mumbled. Clearly it was somebody worth Diego getting up to speak with. A few exchanged words and he saw Diego walk back over to the table and he was close enough to hear him tell Natalia she had to come inside.
     
    “I’m not finished yet,” she gestured to her plate.
     
    “I can’t risk leaving you out here by yourself. You might run away.”
     
    She laughed one of those faulty laughs he had heard before when somebody was picking on her about something, he couldn’t remember what exactly now, but he knew it had hurt her. She had tried to laugh it off, but he could still tell she felt the sting of the words.
     
    “Where am I going to go? Seriously, it’s dark. I don’t know where I am or how to get out of here. I’m in an evening dress I can barely walk in let alone run in, and these shoes! Five inches does not make for running shoes.”
     
    “Hmm…true,” he said. “Okay, you may finish your meal, but Ramón here will stay with you.”
     
    “Okay,” she said nonchalantly. What was she up to?
     
    Diego disappeared into the house. “Prime moment,” Micah whispered. “Can we take him out?”
     
    Before he could get a response he heard Natalia speaking again. “I dropped my fork. Could you ask the kitchen man for another one please?”
     
    “I don’t…”
     
    “Oh come on. I’m hungry