Masters File by CB Samet

Author:CB Samet [Samet, CB]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-5439-2685-9
Publisher: CB Samet

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Although outside was a relatively warm day for Illinois in May, Jenna’s bones felt cold in her moist exercise clothes on the dank barn floor. Fortunately, no breeze penetrated the wood walls or she would have felt colder. If her captors kept her out here for another night, she would either die of hypothermia or dehydration.

Escape sooner rather than later.

She forced herself to sit up slowly and stretch her major muscle groups.

Three Latino men entered the barn.

Four guys for one debt collection. Must be bad.

The kind of bad that maxing out her credit cards wasn’t going to cover. The kind of bad that makes a group of men travel from Miami to Chicago. They had to be from Miami since that was where Brad lived in and out of incarceration these days. She had hoped Brad wouldn’t learn she went to Chicago. She moved when they separated, and she didn’t have family in the state, only Jess. However, a little Internet investigative search would have turned her up since she had to get an Illinois medical license.

Alaska. Why didn’t I move to Alaska?

One man’s eyes were fixed in a scowl. Another man’s dark circles surrounded dilated pupils. A third looked away as though unable to look his victim in the eye. Perhaps he had some remaining humanity to at least feel remorseful for what they were about to inflict upon her. Whatever it was, it was bad enough to make a criminal bashful. His expression was the most terrifying. Lastly stood the man with droopy eyes, weary from being her overnight guard.

Four men. Grumpy. Dopey. Bashful. Sleepy.

Dopey and Bashful hauled her up by her elbows to her feet. Her legs wobbled, but their firm grips kept her upright. Grumpy snapped open the laptop causing Jenna to recoil. The men on either side of her kept her from going anywhere.

Grumpy ran his fingers over the keyboard. She recognized him as the one she had kicked in the face.

“Listo,” he said.

He turned the screen to face Jenna.

Video chat with a loan shark, splendid.

Wait. How do they have service out here? Hot spot?

The man on the screen wore a blue button down dress shirt with an expensive looking sheen. He was clean-shaven and well-rested. Both hands had tattoos though she couldn’t read the words.

“Do you know who I am, Dr. Masters?” His rich voice with Hispanic accent oozed a deadly calm.

My executioner?

Jenna swallowed. “No.”

“My name is Ernesto Busta. I am the leader of Los Jaguares. Your husband owes me a great deal of money.”

“Ex-husband,” she croaked through a dry mouth. She held her breath waiting to see if Grumpy intended to get violent over her correction. Her mind raced. Los Jaguares? So Brad had landed trouble with a gang, not a loan shark? Or were they a gang that also loaned money? She pleaded ignorant about how the underworld operated.

Ernesto smiled, dark and sinister. “Lo siento. Your ex-husband owes me money.”

He gave a long pause.

Jenna rode out the silence. If she admitted to having money, then they could demand access to her accounts now to prove it.

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