Free Jordan's Redemption: Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance book (The Generals' Sons 2) by Veronica Cane Page A

taxi there's an embassy with security cams all over the perimeter and they were kind enough to allow me to see the footage from that day."
    "Did you confirm it was Hernandez?" Jordan finally was able to talk.
    "Yes, boss, and the SUV belonged to Nicholas Marquez, and the driver was one of his men. I tried to track their destination but it was impossible, so I went back to talk to the bus driver and asked him once more where he had picked her up. He explained to me that he had picked her up at a gas station, near La Victoria."
    "Did you go there?"
    "Yes, boss. No one remembered her, but they did remember the black SUV and the furious men, that had supposedly lost a pet. Again, I was able to see the security cams footage there and it was Hernandez."
    "Were you able to see her?"
    "Yes, boss, when she comes out of the SUV and heads to the bathroom. After that, I lost her and wasn’t able to see her, until I found the bus she was on, and then I was able to see an unrecognizable woman getting on board, just before the bus got onto the highway."
    Jordan thanked god he was sitting down. How could he have been so wrong? How could he have misjudged her that way?
    "So she was escaping Hernandez when Wilson found her."
    "She must have thought Wilson was there to rescue her, boss."
    Jordan ran a hand over his face, trying to clear his head, as regret and fury took over his emotions. "They were stealing her from me. That bastard was having lunch with me, knowing his men had abducted her from me." He ranted.
    "I've tried to find out where they kept her up until the moment she escaped, but have had no luck." Garcia concluded.
    "Thank you for telling me this, Garcia." Jordan ended the call and went looking for Jude, as a cold rage covered every inch of his body. "Jude, there has been a change of plans."
    "What? What do you mean?" the other man frowned.
    "I want them dead."
    "What's going on, Jordan?" Marcus asked, approaching them.
    "Those bastards were responsible for Ashley's disappearance. They tried to kidnap her from my house, and they only didn’t succeed because she found a way to escape them." Jordan explained briefly. "I want them dead. I don’t care what the cartel will think of it. Those scumbags don’t deserve to live." He ranted.
    "Very well, that's your call. I'm always happy to get rid of the garbage." Jude accepted, with half a smile that made him look even more dangerous. "But, if we want anything to happen we must hit the road."
    Jordan looked at his cell phone, fighting his desire to call her immediately, even when her words kept playing in his mind: 'One day Jordan, you'll realize how wrong you were and I just hope I'm still around to rub it in your face.' But that would have to wait, it was time for some sweet revenge.
     
    With a soft whimper, Ashley managed to get up in bed, feeling her body stiff and aching. It had been a hellish night and she was sure the day wasn’t going to be any better. She craved a shower, but she didn’t hold her hopes high. Wilson was determined to make her life a living hell.
    She took a deep breath, leaning back on the wall, preparing herself to spend another long day staring at the walls.
    But, just a few minutes had gone by when she heard footsteps approaching the door. In seconds, Wilson was opening the door, wearing a devilish smile on his face. He was obviously very pleased. He cut the ropes tying her, grinning at her moans of pain. 
    "Get up. It's time for you to get yourself cleaned up." He ordered.
    She wanted to ask why, but she decided not to give him that treat, so she simply got up and headed to the bathroom. He handed her clean clothes and waited outside for her. Ashley didn’t waste any time. The last thing she wanted was for him to come in to get her, so she showered as fast as possible and changed into the clothes he had brought her: a mini skirt and a matching top. She found his clothing selection very strange but anything was better than the clothes she had