I'll Remember You (Hell Yeah!) (19 page)

After putting their things away, they met in the living room to discuss their plan of action. Big cloth couches covered in dark red material flanked a white brick fireplace. There was a fully stocked wet bar, but no one helped themselves, they all wanted to be sharp and alert. Much to Skye’s surprise, they checked and cleaned their weapons, even arming Noah. The guns of choice were a Glock 40 caliber and Colt 45’s. He wasn’t unfamiliar with guns, and neither was she, but she wasn’t about to volunteer that information, not unless she had to.

“All right, let’s go into town and get some food. While we’re there, we’ll keep our ear to the ground. After dinner, Micah will call Tomas Delgado and see about arranging a visit.”

Loading up in the SUV, they drove into the main part of town, looking for a promising place to eat.

***

El Duro Cartel Headquarters – Cantanea, Sonora, Mexico

“It’s good to meet you, Mr. Wade,” Esteban Rodrigo greeted Aron. Martina held her breath, anxious to see both of their reactions. Since returning from Emily Gadwah’s, Aron had been almost docile. She smiled to herself. The pink haired chemist would have to be rewarded accordingly. It was early, but for all extents and purposes, her injection of the Zip peptide seemed to have worked. Aron/Austin hadn’t mentioned his wife or family anymore. Nor did he seem dissatisfied. Today on the drive over, he had laughed and joked with her about eating hot foods. Now that wasn’t to say he’d made love to her yet, he hadn’t, although it certainly wasn’t for lack of trying on her part. There still seemed to be something holding him back. Nausea and sickness had been a factor at first, but surely that reason was mute now that he was feeling better.

Sometimes she felt as if it were her, her lack of sexual appeal. Men rarely came on to her. This bothered her until Alessandra had explained that most men were afraid of her. She was the Diosa, the Queenpin of the Duro Cartel. She held the power of life and death in her hand. That idea made her laugh. Until Aron, she hadn’t really cared whether men were drawn to her or not. When she felt the need for sex, there were two or three of her lieutenants who would perform upon demand. They pleased her, but she felt nothing for them, not like she did for Aron.

“Mr. Rodrigo, it’s a pleasure.” Austin shook the other man’s hand. “Martina has told me so much about you.”

“Oh, really?” Esteban looked mildly shocked.

Martina smiled. What Aron said wasn’t necessarily true, but it was about to be. Now that the procedure had been completed, she felt like it was time to introduce him to the family business. “I hope to share everything with Austin, soon.” She rubbed a bit of imaginary lint off the sleeve of his black shirt. “Nothing would please me more than for him to work alongside me one day very soon.”

“I see,” Esteban said dryly. “Do you think this is wise?” He directed his question to Martina.

“Of course.” She gestured broadly. “Once we are married, he will share in all aspects of my life.”

Austin wanted to protest. He knew they were engaged, but his memory hadn’t returned yet and the feelings newlyweds were supposed to have for their spouses were missing. The night before, he’d tried to talk to her about it, but it was like trying to have an argument with a stump, she was less than cooperative.

Her uncle didn’t comment about the marriage. Instead, he gestured them toward the garage. “Well, let’s celebrate. We never had an engagement party for you. Why don’t we begin by having a nice dinner at my favorite seafood restaurant? Champagne is in order.”

Martina almost balked. “Is it wise?” Going out in public was always a risk for them.

“It will be safe, I promise.” Esteban looked confident. “I have a plan.”

***

Maricos Fresco Seafood Restaurant – Cananea, Sonora, Mexico

“This looks good.” Kyle Chancellor stared at the menu. “I think I’ll have the lobster.”

“That’s what I’m thinking.” Micah studied the selections.

Skye and Noah held hands under the table. He casually rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand. “The grouper looks good to me. How about you, baby?”

“I think I want a salad,” she answered.

“A salad?” He looked at her with a frown. “You’d better eat more than that.”

A waitress came and they placed their order, Skye added a bowl of soup to her salad which appeased Noah somewhat. After she was gone, Micah leaned toward Noah. “Let’s talk about what I’m going to say to Tomas. He had bulls for sale, right?”

Noah took a drink of beer. “Yes, but they also sell straws of semen and young heifers for breeding stock. But the easiest to discuss would be the semen, and that way if we got so far as to actually having to make a purchase, it would be easier to deal with.”

They were deep in discussion when Skye punched Noah so hard in the ribs, he hollered.

“What?”

“Look, on my God, look!” she whispered, then when they started to follow her instructions, she said, “Don’t turn around, for god’s sake, don’t turn around.” 

Of course, they all turned around and Noah almost fell out of his chair. His brother, Aron McCoy came walking through the door in the flesh. His breathing became labored, his heart was pounding ninety to nothing and every muscle in his body was clenched. It took sheer determination to remain in his chair. Every instinct Noah possessed demanded he get up and go to his brother, throw his arms around Aron’s neck and hug him. He was alive! “Easy, Noah, easy,” Roscoe muttered. “Let’s be steady and see what happens.”

The tension at the table was palpable. Everyone held their breath. Aron wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by a beautiful young woman. Skye was shocked at her grace and elegant way of dressing. “Look at her.” She marveled. Compared to this woman, Skye was plain stuff.

He also led in a gentleman who looked to be about fifty with longer hair, wearing a light grey suit. Four men walked beside them and Skye was shocked to see they carried guns—big guns.

Austin had seen the guns. He’d asked if they were necessary and was told they were. He didn’t really understand what was going on. Things were always dangerous in this part of the world, so he didn’t belabor the point.

Noah watched Aron’s every move and once, when his brother had glanced toward Noah, he had held his gaze. They had looked into one another’s eyes for a couple of minutes and there was absolutely no recognition. At all. “He doesn’t know me.” Noah marveled. “He looked right through me.” He started to get up, but Tyson and Skye both pulled him back down.

Roscoe spoke, “Realize who he’s with. You can’t just go over there. In fact, quit staring, we don’t want to show our hand.”

“Look at all of the muscle with them.” Micah observed. “That man isn’t Tomas, I take it.”

“No,” Roscoe answered. “He’s an older man. I think this is the uncle.”

“Look at that.” Kyle observed. “What the heck is going on?” Two of the armed men went to the front and back door, effectively closing it. The others milled through the crowd, checking every table.

Noah grabbed Skye’s hand. “What the hell is going on?”

“You have to be calm,” Roscoe warned. They watched as the armed guards covered the room, obviously taking control.

“No one will enter or leave,” they announced. The owners of the restaurant looked nervous, until the man in the grey suit rose and began to speak.

“Please, please, everyone remain calm. We wish to cause no one any distress. Everyone continue with your meal. I am Esteban Rodrigo and today your meal is on me. No one will be allowed to come and go while my family and I have our food, but when we are finished and depart, all of you will be free to go with no one paying for anything. So, please, order what you’d like, and champagne for everyone!”

“Oh, my God!” Skye muttered. “Can you believe this?”

“I’m confused,” Noah muttered, almost feeling sick to his stomach. To sit this close to his brother and have to pretend he didn’t know him was torture.

At the other table, Austin Wade was putting two and two together. His fiancé and her family were more than just rich people. Commandeering the restaurant was something a celebrity like Elvis Presley would do. But they weren’t movie stars. Something was niggling in his brain, information, things he felt like he should know, but couldn’t put his finger on.  

“This is new,” Martina murmured, glancing around at the shocked patrons who stared at them openly. Of course, men with AK-47’s always commanded attention.

“Mind telling me what’s going on?” Austin asked casually.

“Lunch, Rodrigo style.” She smiled coolly.

When asked what he’d like to eat, Austin chose shrimp even though he had very little appetite. He might not be the smartest cowboy at the rodeo, but he wasn’t dumb either. Things were beginning to stink to high heaven. Austin wondered what in hell he had gotten himself into.

Micah and Kyle looked at one another, then at Roscoe and Noah. “Can’t deny they have a pair of balls,” Kyle said.

“Even the woman.” Noah grimaced, watching her rub Aron’s arm. Fury for Libby just washed all over him. “He doesn’t know who he is or he’s the best actor I’ve ever seen.” There was little doubt in his mind.

“What are we going to do?” Skye felt so sorry for Noah. She could see the pressure he was under.

“Look, he’s getting up,” Micah whispered as they watched Aron make his way to the restroom. One of the guards took note of him, and trailed him slowly.

“I’m going.” Noah threw down his napkin.

Roscoe put a hand on his arm. “Hold on a second, don’t draw attention to yourself.”

He waited a few more seconds, then he rose and walked across the crowded restaurant. With a casual nod, he passed the sentinel, anxious to see Aron up close and personal.

Austin stood at the urinal, taking care of business. He heard the door open and close. Looking into the mirror he saw a young man with longish blond hair enter. He was dressed in requisite cowboy gear; jeans, hat and boots. Austin didn’t speak, but he did raise his head in a nonchalant greeting.

Noah’s hands shook as he unzipped his pants. He observed his brother closely in the mirror, noting that he had lost weight. What to say. Noah struggled with the possibilities. But before he could open his mouth, Aron zipped up and went to wash his hands. Closely following suit, he just jumped in. “Aron.”

Austin stopped and turned. “What did you say?”

“Problema, Señor Wade?”

“No, no problem.” He looked at the young man one more time, then patted the big guard on the shoulder. “I appreciate your concern, but I think I can handle my bathroom trips alone.” With that, he left.

The bodyguard gave Noah a calculated glance, then left. If the situation hadn’t been so serious, Noah would have laughed. At least he knew Aron’s sense of humor hadn’t changed. After he’d returned to the dining room, he watched Aron reseat himself, never once looking around.

“What happened?” Skye was anxious.

“Not much. I called him by name and he asked me what I said, but there was no emotion in his question. We didn’t get a chance to say more. That armed gorilla interrupted us.”

“Well, what’s the verdict?” Micah spoke, then stuffed a piece of roll in his mouth. “There’s no use making that cattle viewing appointment. We don’t need to verify Aron’s identity. That’s definitely him.”

“Hell, I don’t know what to do.” Noah sighed. He was torn and disappointed. “We have to get him back, one way or the other. But, there’s one thing for certain, however we handle it.” They all looked at him. “We’re gonna need bigger guns.”

***

Los Banos Ranch

God, he had indigestion. Aron dug in the medicine cabinet for some antacids. He took two and chewed them up. He didn’t know if it was the seafood making him feel like shit or the unanswered questions. What he’d seen tonight wasn’t normal. People, no matter how influential, didn’t close down restaurants and hold the customers hostage. Something crazy was going on. He had struggled with the possibilities, and nothing he could come up with was good. Yet, he had no proof.

The meal with Esteban wasn’t the only thing bothering him. He felt like he was missing something. Like you’d feel if you left the coffee pot on and your subconscious kept trying to jog your mind until you thought of it.

At least he had some time to himself. Martina had dropped him off and said she had business to attend to. He had no idea when she’d be back. Tomas had gone to bed early and Alessandra’s whereabouts was none of his business. Deciding he needed to shave and shower before he relaxed, he grabbed his shaving kit. When he’d taken out his things, he saw the gold coin. “Damn, I’d forgotten about this.” He rubbed it between his fingers, gazing at the woman on the face. A sentimental feeling passed over him. This must have meant something to him in the past. Smiling sadly, he wished he could remember. Dropping it, he noticed something else, a thumb drive. What was this? He tried to remember what it was for. A sense of excitement coursed through him. Hell, he’d just find out.

Going to the desk, he turned on the laptop and slipped the thumb drive in the slot. A few clicks later he had his answer. Shit! As he studied the damning details, he remembered downloading it from her computer. Martina was a drug lord, head of a dangerous drug cartel! How had he repressed that memory? Austin rubbed his eyes. Was he going crazy?

Considering his position and what he now knew, his skin crawled. He felt dirty. Here he was, sitting in the home of a mass murderer, supposedly engaged to be married to her. Well, to hell with that! Searching through her supplies he found another small flash drive and downloaded the information, copying it onto the other drive, just in case. “Gotcha!”

Standing up, he gathered a few things and threw them in a small duffle, making sure not to leave the coin behind. He wasn’t staying in this house one moment longer than necessary. Putting the thumb drive back in his pocket, he considered his options. He needed to tell somebody, but who? Hell, he didn’t know where to go or who he could trust. What he needed to do was get back to the states and there was no time like the present.