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for the spank bank . She shoots a flirty look over her shoulder as I guide her toward a big SUV that’s parked diagonally halfway between two street lamps, in the darkest possible spot.
    “What, now you think I’m going home with you?” she asks, teasingly.
    “That’s not the surprise,” I tell her, and give her ass one final goodbye squeeze.
    I unlock the SUV with the key fob in my pocket, and she raises her eyebrows.
    We’re almost up to the bumper now. It’s got dark-tinted windows, so I can’t see anyone inside, but I’m assuming Andres is in there, because he has to be.
    Tessa frowns, and she actually starts to look nervous, so I rub her back.
    I open the back door, pick her up, toss her into the backseat, and close the door again, all one fast, practiced motion. She’s so surprised that she doesn’t even fight back until the door is closed again.
    Once she does, the SUV starts rocking a little on its wheels.
    She’s screaming too but even standing right outside, I can barely hear her. It’s a specialty vehicle, one we jokingly call El Hostagemobile . Manny had someone drive it up from Mexico last night.
    I take a deep breath and lean against the side of the SUV for just a split second, relieved that it’s finally done. I can still smell her on my fingers, and as I inhale, I feel an odd pang of guilt about Tessa. Her handbag is on the ground and I pick it up.
    I shake it off. They’re not going to hurt her, they just need her dad to fall in line. Killing an innocent young woman in the States is much too risky, even for La Carretera.
    I’ve still got a problem.
    Andres isn’t here. He’s not in the front seat of the SUV, he’s not standing around looking at his phone. He’s not anywhere in the whole parking lot.
    I pace around the Escalade as it rocks slightly on its wheels. I think Tessa is kicking at the windows, and for a split second, I’m oddly proud of the fight she’s putting up.
    Where the fuck is Andres though?
    I pace up and down the parking, but there’s nothing and he needs to get Tessa out of here now . Every second that she’s here in the parking lot is another second for someone to realize what’s going on.
    Just as I turn back to the SUV, I see a familiar form stumbling down the length of the parking lot. Andres has something in his hand, and after a moment I can make it out: a bottle in a paper bag.
    Jesus, he’s fucking wasted .
    “Alex!” he says, waving one arm with an exaggerated motion. “What took you so long?”
    “You’re drunk,” I say.
    He shrugs, then grins.
    “This thing is indestructible , man,” he says, coming up to me.
    I grab the front of his shirt in both hands and I can hear it tear when I lift him off the ground and slam him against the back of the car.
    “Hey!” he says.
    The car stop shaking on its wheels. Tessa can probably see us.
    “You were going to drive three hundred miles drunk? ” I ask. I keep my voice low, but I want to roar in his face.
    His face goes slack, and he doesn’t answer.
    “What was gonna happen if you got pulled over, with her in the car? You gonna outrun the cops? You gonna have yourself a shootout with the police?”
    “Fuck you, man,” he starts, but I slam him against the car again and he shuts up. I want to rip his fucking throat out.
    “You put everyone at risk so you could get drunk, you fucking idiot,” I say.
    I let him down and he stands there, staring at me.
    I wish I had my brass knuckles.
    “Took fucking for ever ,” he mutters. Whatever he was going to say, he doesn’t finish as my fist connects with his jaw, snapping his head to one side.
    Andres stumbles back, looking baffled. He touches the side of his face and spits blood.
    I stalk after him.
    The next fist gets him in the stomach, and he doubles up and falls onto the ground. The SUV has stopped rocking back and forth.
    “ Chinga tu madre puta, pendejo, ” he gets out, and I kick him once before I can stop myself, fire surging through my