Jordan's Redemption: Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance book (The Generals' Sons 2)

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Author: Veronica Cane
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starting to change direction to head to the restaurant and gas station.
    Hernandez sighed impatiently. He pulled the threatening knife out of his military boot and showed it to her. "If you try anything funny I'll draw a map with this on your body. Do I make myself clear?"
    "Yes, clearer than water." She nodded, but she was beyond his threats. Nothing would feel worse than staying in the hands of Nicholas Marquez and his minions. She needed to outsmart these guys and escape.
    The car finally stopped in the line to get gas, and Hernandez hopped out of the car, walking around it to open the door for her. He grabbed her by her arm and escorted her to the public bathrooms a few yards from where they were. "Don’t try to ask for help, you'll only endanger all of those women's lives. I don’t mind creating a nice bloodbath in here." He warned her.
    In that moment three buses filled with people pulled in and all of a sudden they were surrounded by a lot of people, looking to stretch their legs, use the bathroom or eat something. Hernandez managed to guide her through the crowd into the restrooms, pushing her in rudely.
    She stood in the line to use the bathroom, looking around and thinking of a way to escape. There were over twenty women inside the small room, all chatting and protesting, for the line, for the lack of cell phone signal and the disgusting look of the place.
    Ashley remembered her own cell phone and she pulled it out of her purse, just to confirm the other women's claims. There was no signal. She remembered it had been the same thing when she was in the taxi and came to the conclusion Hernandez had to be carrying something to kill the signal from all cell phones around.
    Ashley thought she would give all she had to change places with one of the women, and it was then it hit her. That was her way out of there. She needed to convince some of these women to change clothes with her.
    Making up an incredibly silly story she convinced three of them to do it. One of them gave her, her shirt, another one her skirt and a third one gave her sunglasses and  a hand-woven hat, that she used to hide her mane in. She put it all on, and she was sure not even her mother would have recognized her easily.
    She waited to exit with three other women, and she walked by Hernandez without him spotting her. Her heart was thundering so loud she thought everybody around was able to hear it. When she was a few feet away from Hernandez, she looked around, searching for a better way out of there.
    Almost getting to the highway entrance there was a bus stopped, taking his last passengers, and she quickly rushed there to take it. She didn’t care where it was headed, she just wanted a way out of there.
    She asked the driver to buy a ticket until the next stop and he accepted, informing her that their next stop would be in approximately three hours. She agreed, despite the fact it would take her further from the capital, she just wanted to get out of there, so she bought the ticket. The bus closed the door and started his engines, heading to the highway.
    She looked at the bathroom door where Hernandez was starting to realize she had escaped, and she let out a small burst of laughter.
    Taking her seat, she picked up her cell phone, praying to heaven to be able to turn it on. But there was no use. The phone was completely off. Cursing her luck, she fought the tears welling in her eyes and tried to calm herself down. As soon as she arrived in San Carlos, the city they were heading to, she would find a way to charge it and call Jordan. He would probably be worried about her disappearance.
    "Is your phone dead?" The old woman sitting beside her asked, with a kind smile.
    "So it seems, just when I most needed it." She replied, running her hand over her face, feeling so tired.
    "I think I have one of those portable chargers in my purse. My daughter got it for me because I was always found myself with my cell battery dead. “She explained with a

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