Chapter 8 - The Syndicate Boss
The cartel boss spoke with a terrifyingly calm, raspy voice.
He explained that he had intercepted Julian's men and taken Sarah for himself.
He revealed that Julian owed him fifty million dollars and a massive shipment of illegal firearms.
The boss laughed, stating that Julian was a coward who always used women to solve his problems.
He offered us a brand new, highly dangerous proposition.
If we delivered Julian alive to the cartel, he would release Sarah unharmed.
If we refused, he would send us pieces of my best friend in the mail every single day.
My father did not negotiate with terrorists, but he also refused to let an innocent woman die.
He used his military tracking software to pinpoint the exact location of the cartel boss's phone signal.
The signal was broadcasting from the very same luxury corporate retreat in Cabo where this nightmare began.
My father ordered the military pilots to prepare our transport jets for an immediate international strike.
We flew across the border under the cover of darkness, completely bypassing standard diplomatic protocols.
The black-ops team fast-roped down onto the roof of the luxurious Cabo resort.
I stayed in the heavily armored helicopter hovering above the bay, watching the raid unfold through night-vision monitors.
The soldiers breached the main penthouse suite with explosive charges, neutralizing the cartel guards instantly.
They stormed the lavish living room and found the cartel boss sitting calmly on a white leather sofa.
My father demanded to know where Sarah was hidden.
The cartel boss smiled and pointed a gold-plated pistol toward the massive glass balcony doors.
He said Julian had arrived ten minutes ago and desperately tried to buy his own life using Sarah as a human shield.
The soldiers rushed to the balcony and looked down at the private boat dock.
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Julian was violently dragging a terrified Sarah toward a waiting speedboat.
The cartel boss laughed and pressed a hidden detonator button in his hand.
