Hazina's Revenge

Chapter 7 - Leaving Atlanta

With the manila folder in hand, I followed Agents Wilson and Jacobs back to the roof of the building. Once there, we stood in the shadows by the door while the pilot got the helicopter fired back up.

As soon as the pilot gave us a thumbs up, the guys rushed me across the rooftop, then Agent Wilson gave me a hand into the chopper. The wind produced by the helicopter’s propellers whipped my hair around and threatened to send the papers in the manila envelope flying away.

In less than ninety seconds, we went from standing by the door to being airborne in the helicopter. It was both nerve-wrecking and exciting, but I didn’t have the time to think about it. Hell… everything was happening too fast to give thought to much of anything.

It was a shorter ride, since it wasn’t far to the airport in Atlanta. Within minutes after take-off, we were landing, then I was rushed from the helicopter to a small private jet. Again we went airborne, but this time we were in the air for more than a few minutes.

Finally, I got the chance to think about everything that had happened since we left South Carolina. It hadn’t even been a full day, and I had taken two rides on a helicopter, gotten my identity changed, and was currently on my way to Miami, Florida. The city that was to be my new home.

Many questions popped into my head during that flight. Would I be able to start a new life with no family or friends? Would I be able to get revenge on the cartel responsible for my parents’ death? Would I ever find a man who makes me as happy as Tristen did? Or was I doomed to live a lonely, miserable life?

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Agent Jacobs said my name. Right away, my eyes snapped to him, then I apologetically mumbled, “I’m sorry, Agent Jacobs. What did you say?”

“We’re about ten minutes away from our destination. After we land, we’ll take you straight to the apartment Shane was telling you about. For the first few days, I advise you to stay inside, so we can make sure we weren’t followed by anybody from the cartel,” he explained.

“That shouldn’t be a problem. It’s not like I have anybody to visit there,” I muttered.

“Once you get settled in, I want you to make a list of the items you will need. I know there will be some stuff in the apartment, such as furniture and a little clothing, but you’ll probably want specific things, like toiletries and snacks,” Agent Wilson suggested.

“I can’t afford to buy a new wardrobe or waste what little money I have on unnecessary crap. If there is something I absolutely need, I will let you know,” I replied, feeling even more disheartened by my current situation.

After nodding his head at me, Agent Wilson put his attention on Agent Jacobs and asked, “Do you still keep in touch with Shannon?”

“We talk on occasion. Why do you ask?” Bruce inquired.

“Do you think she would be willing to make a house call?” Dante asked.

“Absolutely! I’ll give her a call once we’re back on the ground,” Bruce responded with more enthusiasm than I was used to coming from him.

“Who’s Shannon?” I mumbled.

Dante chuckled before answering, “She’s one of Bruce’s lady friends.”

“And the best hairstylist in the state of Florida!” Bruce enthusiastically added.

“You’re gonna love Shannon! She’s super sweet and funny as all get out!” Dante informed me.

“I don’t know if there is anything she can do with this mess,” I grumbled, attempting to run my fingers through my tangled hair.

“She’ll have you looking like a superstar in no time,” Bruce insisted.

“I’ve already had to change almost everything else about myself. I might as well change my appearance, too,” I mused out loud, earning chuckles from both of the guys.

It was only a few more minutes, then we landed at Miami International Airport. Before I was allowed to exit the jet, Bruce did a perimeter check to look for any danger, then he came back and insisted we move quickly.

Dante helped me out of the jet, then the three of us quickly made our way to the guy holding up a sign with Wilson and Jacobs stenciled on it. The guy was average height, close to six-feet tall. He had wavy blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a serious expression on his face.

As soon as we reached him, Dante and Bruce flashed their badges at him, then the guy greeted, “Welcome to Miami! I’m special agent Pascal. I’ll be driving you all to Hazina’s apartment. It’s about fifteen minutes from here.”

“Excellent! Let’s get this party moving,” Dante insisted.

“I second that,” Bruce chimed in.

I was expecting to see your typical sedan used for police vehicles, but that wasn’t the case at all. Agent Pascal was driving a cherry red Ford Mustang, and the seats were so comfortable, I could barely keep my eyes open. If it weren’t for the beautiful scenery, I surely would have fallen asleep.

Like clockwork, Agent Pascal parked in front of an apartment building fifteen minutes later. Again I was rushed from the car into the middle door of the building, then I was led up the stairs to the second floor.

There was one door labeled with the number three and another door labeled with the number four. Agent Pascal pulled four keys out of his pocket and handed one to me, then he gave Bruce and Dante the other keys, as he explained, “Apartment four is for Hazina. You guys will be staying in apartment three. There is a black charger parked out front. It’s fully equipped and ready for you.”

Next, he handed me a card with his contact information and insisted, “If you have any problems of any kind, do not hesitate to get in contact with me.”

“Thanks,” I whispered, feeling exhausted.

“Good luck,” agent Pascal mumbled before turning on his heel and leaving.