Clinton, invading his personal space. The two me

ing his voice. "Give her to me, and my ports in th

opped br

ns of dollars a year. Fo

dering it. He looked at Isela again, his gaze

herself forward on her knees. "Mr. C

atever twisted intimacy t

rdened. A mask of

yebrow. "Nothing happened last ni

er. He was erasi

attered. He was

ark of a sound. "See? He'

again. This time, they

t standing there, watching her be

hit her like a

assets. If she went into that helicopte

to be

oor. The agent on her right r

dead weight. As she

amped her teeth onto the agent's w

rd. She tasted

screamed a

e didn't try to run. She knew

ical knife from the

ainst the landing ski

f!" she

She reversed the grip and pressed th

to

't shoot! I need

f blood ran down her neck, staining th

t Jairo. Strai

the blade at her throat. "If you let him take me,

owed. He took a ste

is about sovereignty. If Jairo can land here and take who he wants, when he wants

le

blades seemed

he had framed her survival as

started

ythmic a

ued," Cli

lked right past Jairo, righ

d in fron

the knife

" she whispered,

ed. "Or cut your throat. But d

eyes. She saw the ab

y lowered

lade from her hand by the sharp en

ned to

sta

gun. He aimed it

stake, Clinton. Ove

said, tossing the knife overboard.