Olivia’s POV-
A few of Vargas’ guys opened a secret hatch on the floor of what was once an office. I was moved closer to the hatch, finally able to see ancient looking wooden steps. The type that looked like they would snap if you stepped on them. I sighed, “If I break an ankle, I am dragging it. None of you fuckers are carrying me.”
“You have a dirty mouth for a young lady,” Vargas responded, as he dragged me down the steps.
I glanced back at Prez, who had an arm forcibly slung over two of Vargas’ men. Pain was etched across his features, but he was looking down at the floor. He saw me looking at him. His eyes drifted to the floor and then back up at me and winked. I hope that meant he had spotted the trail the invisible ink was leaving.
“You don’t have anything to say about that,”
