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“I don’t know. One of my men. I’m not sure. I think.” Her voice was still shaky, but more determined than before.

“You need to calm down. We’ll figure all this out.”

Kruz and one of her men waltzed into the room seconds later. “It’s done,” Kruz stated, but his expression was grim.

“Make certain Ms. Morales’ sister is safe. Now,” I directed, still scanning the room. She’d put up a damn good fight. “What about Marco?” I lowered my voice, trying to calm her.

Genevieve snapped to her feet. “He’s out there somewhere. With a friend.” Her hand was shaking as she grabbed her phone, frantically dialing a number. Her long fingers were covered in blood.

I rose to my feet, moving toward the body on the floor and crouching down. While she tried to reach her brother, I searched for any markings or identification. When I noticed an Arabic symbol on the man’s neck, I sucked in my breath.

The Moroccans had sent a detail of hitmen to handle her kidnapping or assassination.

“What is it?” Kruz asked quietly when he flanked my side.

“Moroccans. Is the perimeter secure?”

“For now.”

“How many?”

Kruz sighed. “Navarro is checking. They came in from all angles using the storm as a cover.”

“It couldn’t have been planned any better. Fuck.”

“I can’t reach him,” Genevieve said as she took tentative steps in our direction.

“We’ll find him.”

A shout was heard from the hallway. Kruz immediately rushed toward the doorway while I grabbed Genevieve, yanking her behind me.

“Let me go, you bastards. Where is my sister?” The man’s voice was fraught with rage.

Just like I felt.

Marco rushed into the room, surveying the scene in a few seconds before rushing toward me. Without hesitation, he used both the momentum and his full body weight, slamming his hands into me. When he’d driven me away from Genevieve, he issued one hard punch.

“No. Stop!” Genevieve shouted. “He saved us.”

Her brother had already tried to throw another punch, but I managed to snap my hand around his fist, cocking my head. We stared at each other as Genevieve walked closer, placing her hand on her brother’s arm.

“It’s okay, Marco. We’re okay. I’m so glad you’re safe.”

The huge man who’d been at her side lumbered into the room. He snarled when he saw me, but softened the moment he knew Genevieve was alright.

She lifted her head, nodding to him.

Marco exhaled and slowly turned his head toward his sister, his eyes opening wide. I allowed him to jerk away, throwing his arms around her.

“I thought you were dead,” she murmured and crushed her arms around him.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Marco’s repetitive words were just another statement that this was definitely not okay.

“Emiliano, where’s Antonio?” she asked her soldier.

“He’s finishing a situation,” he told her, still eyeing me warily. “She called you?” He turned his attention to me.