Massive Attack (A Guy Niava Thriller Book 1) by Dana Arama (diy ebook reader TXT) 📕

that there is a swimming pool there. By the high-pitched voices I’m hearing, I’d say there are kids or young women there at the moment.”

“By the way they are staring, I assume they are young women.” Zorro laughed quietly and then added, “I have an idea. One that could save our lives.”

“I’m all ears,” I said.

“I’ll knock on the main gate and create a jealous scene. While I am there, you can move in from here. Once I am inside, I’ll make a lot of noise, just as ex-Russian girlfriends do best. And when they finally bring me to him, you can make sure I don’t do anything stupid.”

“You are not planning on killing him?” I asked in a forbidding tone. “I need information from him.”

“Kill? No… But what about seduce?”

“If it will get him to spill information.” I smiled under the binoculars and added, “I would like to think I have conquered you, but we both know the truth.”

“He is my man. The love of my life,” she whispered gently. “I am not used to giving up without one last fight.”

“I will be watching over you closely. If one of them draws a gun or points one at you, he will end up with a bullet in his head.”

“I’m counting on it.” Zorro put her equipment in her backpack and started running, keeping low along the fence, until she reached the gate.

Through the telescopic lens I could see her ringing the bell. When the gate opened before her, I cut the fence and returned to my cover amongst the bushes.

***

Zorro entered and two menacing Mexicans immediately approached her. That was to be expected. There was still no reason to shoot them. I deduced by their hand movements that they were arguing. One of them picked up his rifle and said something, and in response, Zorro drew her gun, laid it on the ground and raised her hands. The other one phoned someone, presumably inside the house, for instructions. Every show had its questions. Here the question was whether they would let her in or not.

It seemed the answer wasn’t unequivocal, which wasn’t a good sign. That meant that maybe the boss wasn’t there to give answers. If only we had more time to find out. But time was a luxury we didn’t have. The two men began arguing amongst themselves, which intrigued the three on the roof.

I glanced once again towards the gate. Zorro kept her cool. Her hands weren’t above her head anymore. She now pointed towards the house and seemed to be explaining something, talking loudly in Spanish and gesturing wildly. Now, with all eyes were on her, I had enough time to pass through the open area between the fence and the first building. I quickly crawled through the opening I’d cut a few minutes earlier and began to run.

An armed guard came around from the pool area, which was hidden from sight, an unlit cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He didn’t seem to be aware of all the commotion in front of the house, but definitely saw me running. He looked up from his lighter directly at me and immediately fired at me. I zigzagged and returned fire. He fell but it was too late.

All hell broke loose when the guards on the roof began shooting. I shot in that direction and I saw one of them fall forward. I leapt under the closest balcony and paused. That was the end of our dream of a quiet infiltration.

One of the guards on the roof bent over to try and shoot at an angle to hit me under the balcony. I rolled and went over to the side, and from there picked him off with a single shot, and he joined his friend on the ground.

Two armed Mexicans ran out of the house, shooting blindly. One of the bullets grazed my leg. I didn’t stop to check the severity of the wound. A bloodstain spread lethargically across the fabric of my pants but stopped after a few minutes. There was no real harm done, as long as the leg carried on functioning. By this time, I was shooting all out and could only hope that Zorro was still alive.

The only choice to gain the upper hand was from inside the house and so, while exchanging cartridges, I moved rapidly towards the pool and into a different type of chaos, into the hysteria of young women in tiny bathing suits everywhere, running around and screaming. I took advantage of the turmoil and pressed against the wall, hiding behind a curtain. I didn’t want to shoot any of these people, but I had to get a bit of intel on the house itself. From the other side of the compound, Zorro was brought in, her hands handcuffed behind her, held roughly by a short and stout Mexican.

They passed right by me. I could have taken him out, but let him be, watching them from behind the curtain. The man pushed Zorro towards a large wooden door. He knocked on it, and a masculine voice answered from within. Zorro’s captor said something in Spanish, too fast for me to understand, but I caught the words chica and Zorro. The door opened and the two of them went inside. All eyes were on Zorro. The wooden door had been left wide open. I took advantage and leapt into a third hell: Two armed guards, the one who had opened the door and the other holding Zorro, and a big man, tall and athletic, who stood near a table that held a gun. He was wearing white clothes which accentuated his tanned, handsome face.

Zorro whispered, “El Desconocido.” If I’d had any doubt about her love for him, it dissipated in that moment. The woman was head over heels.

In a quiet voice, he said, “My love, I see you are not alone.” And with an almost imperceptible nod of the head, he indicated that she was to be released.

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