Hot & Wild (De La Cruz Saga) (36 page)

“What are we going to do? I don’t want the Cartel to
hurt our mujers. If we call the police they might hurt them,” says Jose Enrique,
starting to panic.

“Jose Enrique, we are going back to the casa and we
are going to call the government agency that has been working with you,” says
Carlos, taking control of the situation, looking at Gregory nod in agreement.

We cannot not stay out of this now and not advise the familia
that we are CIA agents. Not when our mujeres are in danger, fuck our jobs and
careers,
thinks Gregory, looking at
Carlos.

“Si, I’m in,” says Carlos, knowing full well what Greg
is thinking. “Let’s go.”

“Okay,” replies Gregory, turning to go to his carro,
knowing full well how angry the familia and CIA agency are going to be with him
and Carlos.

“Come on, Jose Enrique, let’s get back to la casa,”
says Carlos, walking him to his carro. “Do you want to leave my car here and we
can go in yours,” asks Carlos. “My car is a rental.”

“Si, that sounds good,” replies Jose Enrique, starting
to snap out of the despair, impotence, fear and rage that was paralyzing him. “We
need to do something before they hurt our mujers!”

“Si, we do,” agrees Carlos, sitting in the passenger
side watching to see if Jose Enrique is now okay. He waits for Jose Enrique to
get into the carro to start talking. “Jose Enrique, I need to tell you
something real important.”

“What can be more important than our mujers are in the
clutches of that ruthless low life
bastardo
!” growls
Jose Enrique, with fury reflecting in his eyes. They’re shining with the
intense emotions that are ruling him.

“Amigo, I need you to know that Gregory and I are CIA
agents. We were assigned to gather Intel on the Cartel’s phone calls and to determine
the level of your involvement,” says Carlos, with regret in hurting his best amigo
and now familia. “I’m sorry for the secrecy and deceit in approaching you.”

“Que la
chingada
are you
saying Carlos!  Did you marry my hermana also for kicks and giggles!” shouts
Jose Enrique, in rage. He stares at Carlos and watches him grow furious.

“No, guey, I love Patricia with todo my alma and
corazon,” growls Carlos through clenched jaw. “I knew that you and the familia
were not involved and never will be involved with the Cartel. I also know that
the Cartel has been harassing you and your familia. That’s why we’re here, to
gather Intel and to assist if needed.”

“A lot of help you and Gregory have been!” yells Jose
Enrique in rage. “Do you see what has happened? The Cartel has our mujers. Your
CIA agency and all the other government agencies could have helped. They could
have stopped this a long time ago!”

“Jose Enrique, I know and that’s exactly how we feel. Now
we need to go call them to get them to move and get our mujers before those
bastardos
hurt them!” says Carlos, with pain mirroring in his voice and eyes. “Our mujers
are in grave danger.”

“Si, guey, I know!  They also have my prima Claudia!  The
government doesn’t appear to be doing anything to rescue her!” yells Jose
Enrique, trying to control his emotions, turning on the car.

“Let’s get to your casa. We need to get all the
agencies involved.  I don’t care how late it is and who I have to call to get
them to take actions!” growls Carlos with rage. “Gregory is following us. Jose
Enrique, we sincerely fell in love with Patricia and Isabella,” says Carlos,
with sincerity and honesty.

“I really hope so, guey. I really gave you all of my
trust and you gave me nothing but lies and deceit!” replies Jose Enrique, with
clenched jaw.

They arrive at Jose Enrique’s casa and go into la family
room. Jose Enrique is trying to decide if he should wake up his padres or wait.

“Si, Jose Enrique, I think that it’s time that your
padres learn about the Cartel,” says Carlos, pacing back and forth.

“Yeah, we need them to know and also your tios. The
casas are going to be full of government agents,” says Gregory, pacing, trying
to think of what to do.

I hate this, I have my hands tied. It sure does me a
lot of good being a CIA agent. This is fucking too much to stand,
thinks Gregory, attempting to control his terror and
rage.

“Carlos, we need to get this going now because time is
running out for our mujeres,” yells Greg, pulling out his cell. He calls the
Special Operations Officer Jackson.

The cell call went through to SO Officer Jackson voice
mail. “Jackson, this is Greg and I need you to call me back a.s.a.p. It’s an
emergency,” says Gregory. He ends the call, turns to get the number of the FBI
agent from Jose Enrique.

“Jose Enrique, you have the number of the FBI agent
that you have been talking to?” asks Gregory, with urgency and exasperation. “You
need to get your padres up so we can communicate what has been happening.”

“I’m calling the police to get something going now,”
says Carlos, with frustration pulling out his cell to make the call.

“Si, I’ll go and wake mis padres,” says Jose Enrique,
going to get them. He walks out of the family room and into the hallway to get
to their room.

He pauses outside the door, dreading the reaction of
his padres
. I don’t want them to get scared or ill,
thinks Jose Enrique
.
He knocks on their door. “Padres, I really need to talk to you,” says Jose
Enrique, through the door, praying that they hear him.

They come out of the room and see Jose Enrique waiting
for them down the hallway. “Mi hijo, que pasa?” asks his Mama Queta, with
concern upon seeing how grave and pale Jose Enrique looks trying to control his
emotions and terror.

“Mama,” crocks Jose Enrique, trying to control his
emotions. “Let’s go to la family room.” He walks towards where Gregory and
Carlos wait for them.

“Mis hijos, que esta
pasando
(what is
happening)?” asks Mama Queta, looking at the grave, furious and terrified faces
of all three of her hijos.
They all look like they’re ready to cry
,
thinks Mama Queta.

“Tell us que esta pasando,” demands Papa Francisco,
knowing that something terrible must have happened to have his
muchachos
acting like this.

“Padres, Jessy, Paty, and Bella have been kidnapped by
the Baja California Cartel,” says Jose Enrique, with anguish, feeling a tight
pain in the center of his chest. He’s trying to control his emotions, turning
to Carlos and Gregory to elaborate.

“Si, we’re calling all the government agencies to get
them to move now and rescue our mujers,” says Carlos, with grief and terror in
his eyes, trying not to break down.

“Si, the police are on their way and I know that the
FBI and CIA will be here soon,” says Gregory, wiping his mano across his face,
rubbing his eyes, refusing to break down
.

Not now when I needed to be alert and ready to move
for my Bella. I need to get my Bella back en our casa a.s.a.p.
, contemplates Greg.

“Mis hijos, why is this happening?” asks Papa
Francisco, looking at Jose Enrique, Carlos and Greg for answers. He’s trying
not to get scared for his hijas.

“Padres, we tried to keep this under control and not
to get you and mis tios involved. We didn’t want to worry you ………..” replies
Jose Enrique, starting to pace back and forth.

“Dios mio, mis niñas!” cries Mama Queta. She
contemplates the magnitude of danger that
las
niñas are in. She
couldn’t tolerate so much terror and pain, and she faints.

Gregory is closer to Mama Queta and is able to catch
her before she hits the floor. He takes her to the sofa. “Queta!” cries Papa
Francisco, going to her, to see if she’s breathing.

Jose Enrique calls 911 to get the paramedics to come
to la casa, looking at Carlos and Greg for directions.

“The police are on their way,” says Carlos. He pulls
out his cell to call Special Operations Officer Jackson, letting it ring,
hearing it go to voice mail.  He dials again.
I will call until he answers
the call
, thinks Carlos with anxiety. SOO Jackson finally answers after the
fourth call goes through.

 “Corona, this had better be good!” yells his SOO
Jackson, sitting up in bed.

“Sir, I need you to get us some help in rescuing our
women. The cartel has kidnapped my wife, Greg’s wife, and Jose Enrique’s
fiancée,” states Carlos. “I need the government to get on it.”

“Corona, what are you talking about?” asks SOO Jackson,
getting up from his bed in his boxers
. I don’t understand what’s going on
and when did they get married,
ponders SOO Jackson
.
“Did you say
your wife?”

“Yes, Gregory and I were married two weeks ago,” says
Carlos. “We didn’t want this to interfere with the mission.”

“You should have told me because this changes
everything!  I need to talk to the CIA Commander Martin about what has
transpired,” growls SOO Jackson, starting to get dress. “Where are you?”

“We are at Jose Enrique’s home,” replies Carlos,
looking at Jose Enrique and Gregory. “Sir, we need your help in rescuing our
wives.”

“Corona, I need all the Intel,” says SOO Jackson,
walking to his desk to write down all the Intel. “Okay, I have it.”

“Please, help us get our wives,” implores Carlos. He
was imploring, willing to beg if necessary.

“Agent Corona, I will be there shortly after I make a
call to Commander Martin,” says SO Officer Jackson, not believing that his men
fell in love and married.

They should have advised me of this. Yeah. I know that
they didn’t want to be removed from this mission. I understand, but I know it
was not wise. Their safety, the De La Cruz’s safety was jeopardized when the
agents’ hearts and minds became involved. They will not be able to react in
dangerous situations
, contemplates
SOO Jackson.
Now the cartel has these young women and who knows if we will
be able to rescue them in time. This is exactly what happens when your heart is
involved.

I need to get the FBI and get the military to help in
their rescue. I know that their cousin and brother are Navy SEALs
, thinks SOO Jackson, making the call.

SOO Jackson makes the call to the CIA Commander Martin
and waits for the call to be answered. “Jackson, this better be good!” barks
CIA Commander Martin, into the cell, waiting to hear what in the world happened
that couldn’t wait till morning. He turns to see what time it is, it’s fucking 0000
hours! He sits up in bed in his shorts, waiting to hear what’s so important. “Well?”

“Commander Martin, I’m calling to inform you of the
new developments with the De la Cruz family and the new drug cartel. The cartel
has kidnapped three of the young ladies early this evening at approximately
2200. The cartel sent a note to Jose Enrique De La Cruz. The young ladies that
were kidnapped are Ms. Jessica Acosta, Ms. Isabella De La Cruz and Ms. Patricia
De La Cruz. I need to advise you that Agent McKenzie married Ms. Isabella and
Agent Corona married Ms. Patricia,” says SOO Jackson, not sure how this was
going to affect them.

“This is incredible and there really isn’t much we can
do or say about the marriages. Agent McKenzie and Agent Corona are permitted to
marry. The issue here is the fact that they didn’t advise the CIA. They were
supposed to be transferred from this mission when we were informed of their
marriage,” says CIA Commander Martin.

“Yes, Sir,” replies SOO Jackson, waiting to hear if
he’s going to get the Navy SEALs to deploy to rescue these young ladies.

“I will call the CIA Director Young and request that
the Navy SEALs get deployed immediately to rescue these young ladies. I know
that you have the crucial Intel from the kidnappers note? You have the location
where the cartel has taken these young ladies?” asks CIA Commander Martin,
going to his office to write down the Intel.

“Yes Sir. The drug cartel is the one that is new and
is in control of the Baja California with the ambition of taking control of
California. He’s new and ruthless trying to establish his power and position. He’s
located in Baja California and I have the air traffic reports that indicate
where a helicopter was in route at the time frame of the kidnapping. Sir, I
emailed you the Intel,” says SOO Jackson.

“Good, now I will give the Navy this Intel,” says CIA
Commander Martin. “With any luck the young ladies will be rescued before they
come to any harm. Keep me informed on any new developments. I will contact the
FBI to advise them of these new developments with the De La Cruz family.”