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Chapters (49)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Epigraph
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. EPILOGUE
  49. Teaser chapter

Abby hurriedly climbed the stairs to tell Edge, Trace, and Skye what was going on, but they were already standing just out of sight inside the door, two kneeling, one standing, weapons drawn. Skye pulled her inside and motioned for her to get down. Jack ran into the plane behind her.

Abby raced to the window, terrified for Gage, petrified he was about to get shot.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

NO WAY ARE THESE GUYS MILITARY, GAGE THOUGHT. THEY WERE dressed in camo, wearing slouch hats, but they weren’t the soldiers who had helicoptered in to the hacienda ruins. These men had on leather shoes, not boots, and their bodies betrayed their lack of conditioning.

Jack had noticed it. Gage figured Edge knew, too.

“I need to speak to the captain,” Gage told Victor. “He won’t open the cargo bay doors unless I tell him in person.” Alamán had no idea Foxx was actually in charge of the airplane. Plus, the guy never was very smart.

Victor looked around for someone else to send with the message, but everyone was already on the plane.

“Do not do anything you will regret,” Victor warned.

Gage turned and started up the stairs. He was a few feet away from the door when Edge, Trace, and Skye surged into the opening and started firing, scattering fake soldiers across the tarmac, raining down hellfire, and providing cover.

Gage dove through the doorway, barely inside when the plane started rolling. The portable metal stairs slid away, slamming into the wing as the engines accelerated, tipping over as the jet rushed past, moving down the runway as fast as the big turbines could push.

Edge knelt in the open doorway and kept firing while Trace and Skye blasted away over his head. Bullets slammed into the tarmac, then began taking out some of the men shooting at them. Return fire pinged off the metal around the door frame, but the engines were whining, speeding them along the concrete at breakneck speed.

Shots pinged off the landing gear as the plane roared toward the end of the runway. Edge slammed the door and secured it.

“Everybody get strapped in!” Gage shouted, sitting down next to Abby and fastening his seat belt. Everyone but Edge and his crew were already seated. Foxx sat down and buckled up. Edge, Trace, and Skye strapped in as the heavy jet lifted off the tarmac like a big graceful bird.

The roar of the engines filled the cabin, and the g-force pushed Gage back in his seat. No one said a word until the jet began to stabilize and level off at somewhere around thirty-five thousand feet.

Gage turned to Abby, whose face looked pale. “You okay?”

“No, I’m not okay. You could have been killed! You should have given them the damned gold!”

Gage looked over her head to where Jack sat grinning. “No way, sweetheart,” Foxx said.