book 3 of 4
have you ever hated someone so badly you just wanted to shoot them dead? yeah, well, be careful what you fucking wish for.
let's get one thing straight, when bianca prescott wrote up that hit list, she never intended on actually murderin...
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049 you did good, for a mathlete
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With no contact from John B and Sarah, the Pogues were forced to believe they were already on their way to El Dorado.
Unfortunately for the others, they still didn't have a boat ride up to the Orinoco. This was why, when JJ offered that he had an idea, the group knew they shouldn't have listened but they were wasting daylight the longer they stood around arguing.
"Who'd you say this guy was again?" Cleo whispered over the dead leaves crunching beneath her boots.
"Barracuda Mike," Kiara's eyes flickered to the large man as he led them toward the river. "He helped us get here. JJ's dad used to work for him."
"Barracuda Mike?" She swatted the branches scratching at her arms as they waded through the dense shrubbery. "What is he, like a fisherman? He catch barracuda for a living?"
"Yeah, if you call barracuda; cocaine, and fisherman; drug smugglers," Pope shifted past her to walk ahead.
"We supposed to trust him?" Cleo eyed the man wearily.
"No," Kiara sighed, sweat sticking to the back of her neck from the sweltering heat. "We trust them."
Cleo followed her gaze to where Bianca and JJ were quietly conversing with Barracuda Mike. He had been leading them further into the forest for half an hour. Cleo debated whether he was just taking them out there to kill them.
"Got anything to protect yourself?" Barracuda Mike's gaze flickered around the forest.
Not only were they dealing with Singh's men but also the creatures of the Orinoco. Every time they heard a bush rustle or a bird cry out, Bianca would jump a little closer to JJ. After assessing their little posse, Barracuda Mike could pinpoint their odds of survival out here as slim to none and he needed them alive if he was ever going to see his cut of that El Dorado gold.
"Oh, kinda workin' on that part," JJ adjusted his bag strap just as Barracuda Mike thrust a tattered old bag in front of his face.
