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alone or not.” Josh snarled.
“ Give me a visual.”
    Josh turned his camera on and hooked it up to run through his scope. He zeroed in on what was going on below, and heard James gasp. “Yeah, and you missed the main attraction.”
    Nice-Ass was in the fetal position as Josh’s target kicked his back. He finally crawled a few feet and slid into the pool trying to get away. Josh couldn’t hear what his target was saying, but Nice-Ass cowered in the corner of the pool.
James’ voice came over the radio.
     
“ He’s the American. I’ll have your team there at five. Be ready Josh.”
    Josh watched Nice-Ass in the corner of the pool. Josh’s target had gone back inside, and now Nice-Ass was crying. Josh zeroed in on his face and read his lips.

Someone please help me .
Josh closed his eyes. “I will.”
     
~*~
    Mark made his way back into the house naked. He wasn’t allowed to have clothes or shoes. His room was at the back of the house, and it consisted of a hard cot with a wool blanket. There was a toilet and shower. No TV, no radio, no phone. He had no concept of time, but figured he’d been at the mansion for at least three months. The one phone call he was allowed to make was to his chief of staff letting him know he was alright. He was beaten almost every other day and forced to engage in sex with a man that made him sick.
    Mark stepped into the shower and turned the water to hot, as hot as it would get, scrubbing his skin raw. His ass hurt, and he knew it would for days. Manuel was cruel and sadistic, and the more pain he could inflict on Mark, the better. He was afraid Manuel would start letting his curious guards have a crack at him next. The water helped sooth some of his aching muscles, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. When Manuel was gone, he was locked in his room for days at a time and fed only bread and water. Mark had tried to keep up a work-out regimen at first, but as time went on, his body just didn’t have the energy.
    He had seriously contemplated suicide at one point. Just run for the hills and let them shoot him. No more pain. Mark sighed and turned the water off. He stepped out and dried off, looking at his body in the mirror. He was wasting away. His skin was pale, and the circles under his eyes were becoming darker with each passing day. Mark dragged his protesting body to his cot and lay down on the blanket. The roughness rubbed his skin, and he reached for his robe. It was the only soft thing he had.
    Mark closed his eyes and thought about his life. How had he gotten here? His last relationship had been somewhat of a joke. Raoul. A patient he’d fucked then broke up with when he’d gotten the call for Doctors. His last good memory had been of Mateo Esposito, the foster child his parents had brought home. Mateo had been Mark’s first kiss, and then Mark had gone off to college. He had no idea what had happened to Mateo, he tried looking him up a few years ago but found nothing. Sleep came quickly, and Mark welcomed it. Tomorrow was another day.
~Chapter Two~
    Josh watched the second hand on his watch, and when it hit five in the morning, he heard footsteps behind him. Sam Waters and Troy Bishop stood there with shit eating grins. Josh smiled. Jesus, Troy had gotten even bigger. Troy and Sam were the same height as himself. Both Native American, their tan skin resembled that of milk chocolate with copper undertones. The two of them just had to look at the enemy, and they ran screaming. “Damn good to see you!” Josh gripped Sam’s hand and fist bumped Troy’s.
“ Where’s the target?” Sam pulled his night vision goggles out and grabbed the rifle from Josh.
    “ Sitting on the lounge chair, I need you to take him out. I’m going in to get the American.” Josh pulled on his vest and made sure his Desert Eagle .44 was loaded. He shoved his knife in its sheath and looked at Troy. “Are you good?”
Troy pulled his own Desert Eagle .44 from its holster and smiled. “Don’t