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self-mocking smile. ”Maybe it has enough charge to power your cell phone during our trip." She offered, looking for it in her purse and handing it to Ashley.
    "Are you sure? You might need it later." Ashley asked though she wanted the charger badly.
    "Yes, sweetheart, go ahead. I won't need it. But don’t turn on your cell. Let it charge for a while first. According to my daughter, that's the way you have to do it." She warned Ashley.
    "I won't, thank you. I'll plug it into charge and leave it off." She connected her cell phone to the small device and put both into her bag.
    With a sigh, she took the hat off and put away the sunglasses. She had escaped, that was all that mattered, she thought to herself closing her eyes, letting some of the stress coming out of her strained body.

 
    Chapter 4
     
    "Boss, we got it!" the shout was heard through the whole house, as Wilson ran from the office to the stairs to call for Jordan. But he was already flying down the stairs.
    "What is it?" The past twenty-four hours had been terrible, and his rage and fury had been building up inside to levels he hadn’t known before.
    "Someone turned on the phone, and it's on the move," Wilson explained.
    "Where?"
    "She's on the central highway, she has just passed Valencia."
    "What are you waiting for? Go get her. Take the helicopter, I don’t want you to lose her again." Jordan barked the orders, tense. He was too furious to go himself.
    He paced around his office for the next few minutes, rage building inside him, covering his hurt with a red layer of fury. The phone rang. "Boss, I managed to reach the cell phone  signal. It seems she's on a bus. Do you want me to intercept her or should I wait for the bus to stop?" Wilson asked.
    "Are you over the bus?" he asked, barely containing his rage.
    "Yes, boss."
    "Then wait for it to stop. Go as unnoticed as possible."
    "Yes, boss." He ended the call and decided to get some work done. He needed to keep his mind occupied or he would grab a car and would go after her himself. He was so furious, that he feared his own reaction.
    Hours later he finally got the call he was waiting for. "Got her, boss. On my way back."
    "Good, I'll be here, waiting. Make sure she doesn’t escape." He ended the call, squeezing his cell in his hand, relieved but probably even angrier.
    He worked for a while longer before he went to the house to wait for them. He had managed to calm himself down, but he knew his rage and disappointment was still there.
     
    Three very long hours later, the bus finally arrived at the stop. She handed the old lady her charger and she headed out of the bus, being practically the first person to jump out of it.
    She had only given a few steps away from the bus when a big hand grabbed her tight by her arm. Startled, she struggled to release herself, until she realized Wilson was the one grabbing her. "Oh, god!" She had never felt so relieved in her life.
    "Thought I wouldn’t capture you, puta?" he asked with a hideous grin.
    "What?! What the hell are you talking about?" she asked, confused, stumbling behind him, as he dragged her to a car parked nearby.
    "Shut up and get in. The boss is waiting for you." Wilson said and pushed her into the car's back seat. In the driver's seat was a man she didn’t recognize.
    She entered the car, feeling too tired to analyze the man's words. Wilson had always been a pain in the ass, and she shouldn’t have expected a different behavior from him, just because he had come to rescue her. "How did you find me so fast?" she asked puzzled.
    "A tracking device on your cell phone." He answered, with a grimace.
    "Oh, but my cell was dead. I was only able to charge it a few hours ago." She said closing her eyes and leaning her head back, with relief beyond words.
    "Yes, and you'll pay dearly for this, I'm sure of that." He added, grabbing her and pulling her arms behind her back before wrapping them with cable ties.
    "What are you doing?" she squirmed, trying to