Everybody she loved believed shed been dead for more than a year, which gave her an eerie, unsettling sensation. It was as if the real her had ceased to exist. If something went wrong in the next few hours, Tavio would probably torture and kill her, and her friends and family would never know shed been alive all these months, thinking of them, longing for them. Shanghai would never know how much she still loved him in spite of everything, either. Not that he would care.
Oh, Shanghai As she sat in the dark, feeling lost and alone, she willed him to think of her, to remember her, at least sometimes.
The nightmarish seconds ticked by like hours. What was Tavio waiting for? Would Marco, his half brother, who was to be the pilot tonight, ever climb in and rev the engine? Would they ever take off? And what if they did? Would DEA agents really be there to save her as Julio had promised? Could she trust Julio?
It got so hot her skin prickled and burned as if she had a heat rash. She had to get out of here, to feel fresh air on her face and soon, or go mad.
No. Ever since Julio had risked his life to hide her, assuring her the plane was flying into a trap, shed known this was her best shot at freedom. Clenching her nails into her palm, she fought to hold on to her sanity and courage.
Somebody up there had a twisted sense of humor. Mia wasnt naming names because she didnt want to tempt fate.
I dont want to sound whineyYes, I know I have abandonment issues because Daddy didnt want me and neither did Shanghai, not even when I told him I was pregnant with our baby after that night in Vegas. Yes, I know I prayed for the next man I met to be struck by a thunderbolt and love me so much, hed never want to let me go.
But Tavio Morales and his sick obsession? A drug lord?
Mia knew it wasnt a good sign about her sanity that she talked to herself so much. But could a woman, whod gone through even half of what she had with Tavio and his criminal army for more than a year, remain entirely sane? She knew she was only holding on by a thread.
Fifteen months ago shed been married to Cole Knight, having married him because he was Shanghais brother and for a host of other wrong-minded reasons, which was ironic because everyone in Spur County had thought Cole had married her to get her stock in the ranch.
When things had settled down, shed had a new baby daughter, Vanilla, to raise and had been working with the horse program at the ranch. If her life hadnt been totally what shed wished for, at least it had seemed all planned out and stable.
On a whim, because Daddy had said he was flying, too, shed chosen to fly with Cole the day hed crashed their plane into the Gulf of Mexico. Cole was probably dead, and there had been times, hellish times, that she wished she were dead, too, like when shed heard screams coming from that forbidden zone at the compound. Listening to those pitiful cries, shed suspected that Tavios men were torturing their prisoners before they murdered them. From her bedroom window, shed seen blindfolded, handcuffed people brought to those buildings against the north wall of the hacienda, and shed never seen any of them leave.
The irony was she would have drowned if Tavio Morales, whod just stolen a yacht, no doubt, after murdering its owners, hadnt been so high on his crack-laced cigarettes hed seen diving into those stormy, icy forty-foot seas and plucking her to safety as an adventure.
She knew hed removed her wet clothes that first night, that hed wrapped her in blankets and warmed her with his own body. Not that she liked to think about that. Since that night, hed never held her or stroked her or even kissed her because he was waiting for her to want him, too.
She loathed his attentiveness and deadly patience. Obsessed with her, hed nursed her back to health and brought her to his rancho in the Chihuahua Desert. Hed treated her as kindly as a man of his sort keeping a woman prisoner knew how, she supposed.
When hed found out she liked horses, hed let her groom and ride his fine, Polish-Arabian stallion, Shabol. Except for those horrible, forbidden zones, shed been free to roam and ride Shabol as long as she stayed within the confines of the high walls surrounding his adobe mansion.
When shed wanted something to read, hed brought her newspapers. Sometimes he ranted about the stories written about himself and his operation by a certain Terence Collins, who was a liberal reporter for the Border Observer in El Paso.
Even though there was no free press in Mexico, these articles were translated and reprinted in all the Mexican papers owned by Federico Valdez, whom Tavio seemed to hate with a special vengeance. The coverage incensed Tavio mostly because his business ran more smoothly if he kept his affairs quiet. But also she sensed some deep personal vendetta between him and Valdez.
Tavio had threatened the reporter, and Collins had printed every threat, which added to his fame.
Tavio would turn red as soon as he saw his name in a headline or a sidebar. I will kill him! he would say as he wadded up the paper. I will kill them both.
No, Mia would plead.
Soon! You will see, Angelita.
Publicity made the officials Tavio bribed look like fools who couldnt do their jobs. If Tavio got too much press, he explained, the federal police comandantes would be forced to demand expensive drug busts to make themselves look good. The United States would put pressure on the politicians in Mexico City, who might demand his imprisonment or death. After all, individual drug lords were replaceable.
Tavio was camera shy and banned all cameras from the compound because he didnt want recent pictures of himself in the newspapers.
But despite his problems he thought of her happiness. When he realized how lonely she was in her room with nothing except week-old, Mexican newspapers to pore over, hed sent his brother-in-laws girlfriend, Delia, to be her maid. Delia was sweet if down-trodden, but dear Delia couldnt be with her all the time, either, so hed rescued a kitten his men had been about to use as target practice and had given it to her. Shed named the poor little black cat Negra.
When Delia had confided to her about her troubles with Chito, Mia had observed Chito more closely. He was Tavios second-in-command, and the worst of a bad bunch. A man of dark temperament, he was as sullen as Tavio was outgoing. Chito always wore a grisly necklace made of real human bones. When he gazed at Mia, he formed the habit of stroking his neck, as if to call attention to the gruesome ornament.
Tavio spent time with her himself, of course. He liked to drive around in the desert in his truck shooting at whatever poor creature darted in his path. When he could, he took her with him on these outings. They were always trailed by jeeps full of armed bodyguards.
Strangely she did not find him totally unattractive. If he hadnt had that scar across his right cheek where a bullet had creased him, he would have been as handsome as a movie star. A born leader, he was ruggedly virile and charismatic. Unlike his men, who were mostly short, dark and stockily built, Tavio was tall with light skin, thin fine features, an ink-black mustache and bright jet eyes that flashed with intelligence and intuition.
He liked people. He paid attention to them. He understood them. When he turned those eyes on her, she was terrified he could read her thoughts. Once hed told her that when he knew a persons weaknesses and strengths, he knew how to use him.
People are my tools, hed said in Spanish, which was the language they usually spoke for she was more fluent in his tongue than he was in hers. I have to know who can do what for me, no?
And me? Why has he toyed with me so long?
His mother was the most feared curandera, or witch, in Ciudad Juarez. His men believed he had special powers and that was why he could manipulate people so easily.
He was as fierce and brave as any warrior or pirate king. He was a good father and son. His mother had had some sort of breakdown, and he called Ciudad Juarez constantly to make sure she was being properly cared for.
He was smart, a criminal genius probably. He ran a huge empire that reached to the highest levels in the government from this remote rancho. Army comandantes came to visit him on a regular basis. They strutted around his mansion and barns and he let them take whatever they wanted. Always, they left laughing with thick wads of pesos stuffed in the bulging pockets of their uniforms. Politicians from Mexico City came, as well. When they drove away in the stolen trucks hed given them, he cursed them for being so greedy. Then he bragged to her, usually in front of an audience, that he had protection at the highest levels in Mexico.
Tavio was responsible. He took international phone calls on his various phones. He worked hard, sometimes day and night, as he had for the last three days and nights, taking pills and chain-smoking those crack-laced cigarettes she hated because they made him edgier and less predictable. He was a highly sexual man, and she was increasingly unnerved by the way his eyes followed her.
He bought her beautiful clothes, including French lingerie, but she refused to wear them. She never smiled at him, either, for fear of charming him.
He wore a gold-plated semiautomatic in a shoulder holster and had a habit of shooting at targets that took his fancy.
Despite his kindnesses and obsession to have her, Mia never forgot that he was a vicious, notorious drug lord, who claimed to be the most powerful man in all of northern Mexico. He said he was linked with another powerful cartel headed by Juan Garza in Colombia, and she believed him.
Terrible things happened here. Hostages were brought here, some of them girlfriends of Tavios men, girls whom the men said had cheated on them. Sometimes she heard screams and then gunshots. She had watched men carrying heavy sacks out into the desert and feared the worst. Tavio had touched her red hair once and told her she would be smart to love him because there were many graves in his desert.
Women you have loved before? she had whispered.
He had laughed with such conceit shed known there had been countless women before her. Shed sensed how his awesome power had corrupted him.
Are you threatening me? shed asked.
No, my love. But I am not a patient man. His soft voice had been deadly.
You are married to Estela.
This is differentyou and me. For youI send my wife away. This make Chito, her brother, very mad, and that is a dangerous thing to do. I am not like other men. I bore easily. I live for danger. Still, I cannot divorce my wife, the mother of my sons. Not even for you. I am Mexican. Catholic.
Mia had been amazed that he, a notorious drug lord and addict, saw himself as a religious person. Estela had had such jealous fits of rage when hed brought Mia home, throwing pots and pans at Tavio, that Tavio, to preserve the peace, had personally driven her and their two sons in an armed convoy of jeeps to another walled and heavily guarded mansion he owned in Piedras Negras.
If only Shanghai could ever have been half so fascinated by her as Tavio, none of this would ever have happened. When shed gotten pregnant and had tried to tell him, he would have listened and believed her. She wouldnt have thought she had to marry Cole. She wouldnt have been in that plane crash.
Suddenly her eyes stung. What was wrong with her that the men shed wanted, first her father and then Shanghai, hadnt loved her, and a criminal like Tavio did?
The wind was picking up. Rocks hit the fuselage like bullets now. Gusts made the plane shudder. Where was Marco?
Wrapping her arms around herself and bending over, Mia swallowed.
She had to get out of here!
Suddenly she heard shouts outside. The cockpit door was slammed open. Then Chito yelled, Angelita, come out! We know youre in there.
Tavio didnt know her real name because shed been afraid to tell him. When shed pretended she suffered from amnesia, hed nicknamed her Angelita.
Tavio, he send me. The peasant, Ramiro, he tell him hours ago where you are. Tavio pay Ramiro. Then he break many things with his gun. He say to surround the plane until you get so hot you come out. But you dont come out, and hes scared youre dead. And we have to fly.
When she didnt answer, Chito yelled at his men to unload the plane and drag her out. It took them less than ten minutes to unload enough of the heavy bales to reach her. They shouted to Chito when they found her, and he then climbed inside. As always he had a gun in his belt and a knife, which shed seen him throw with deadly accuracy, in his cowboy boot.
With a low growl, he crawled toward her, grabbed her wrist and yanked her from the plane. She fell to the ground so hard, she lay there stunned for a minute.
Get the hell out of here, he told his men, who at his gruff tone, sprinted toward the high adobe walls of Tavios desert fortress.
When she would have run from Chito, he grabbed her hand and tugged her unwillingly behind him until they reached the compound. She thought he would take her to Tavios mansion in the middle of the compound. Instead he headed for the forbidden buildings that lined the north wall. Opening a door of one of the low dwellings, he threw her across the threshold. The tiny room was dark and dank and reeked of urine and feces and vomit.
He screwed a low wattage bulb into a socket. In its dim light she saw chairs, ropes, a cot, slop buckets, whips, handcuffs and electric cattle prods.
When she gasped, he grinned.
Did he intend to torture her, rape her? Had Tavio given her to Chito? With a cry, she turned to run.
Laughing, Chito slammed the door and barred her way.
You run from Tavio, Chito said, his thin smile chilling her, as he fingered the irregularly shaped bone fragments strung on a gold chain that Delia said came from Pablitos skeleton, a fellow drug dealer Chito had shot for double-dealing and dragged behind his jeep in the desert for hours while he drank tequila. Maybe you want me instead? He leered at her.
Go to hell!
He laughed, but his black eyes were as cold as ice chips as he leaned down and placed a wedge of wood beneath the door. Who are you, bitch? Who hid you in that airplane?
When he lunged for her, she kicked him in the shin and then kneed him in the crotch.
He doubled over, grunting in pain. He tugged the knife loose from his boot. Now Tavio will realize how dangerous you are.
Adrenaline pumped through her as she raced for the door. He picked up a pair of handcuffs, shook them so they clinked and laughed at her when she pulled at the door and it didnt budge.
He has killed many for less, gringa. But you very sexy. I see why Tavio like you. If you are nice to me, maybe I put in a good word for you, so he dont kill you. Nowwho helped you?
She hesitated and watched him warily, her gaze flicking to the white chunks of bone at his throat. He was small, only an inch taller than she was, but he was strong and muscular. He could kill her in an instant if he wanted to.