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ID that could link him to the US. Neither did the dead spooks.
    He heard the loud beep of the trailer as it backed up, then the deafening rev of the diesel; the sounds shook him to his foundation. This was it. He was going to die here, on a road to nowhere in a Podunk country like a possum on the side of the road.
    At least the trailer was trackable, he thought before he closed his eyes. With extreme effort, Nikko moved a hand to his chest, flinching when his fingertips sank into warm, pulpy tissue. He could feel the slow beat of his heart against his fingertips. Blood washed warm and thick across his palm.
    Who knew it wouldn’t hurt? At least not physically. It was the memories he’d pushed so far down into his soul that threatened to swamp him, punishing him in a way his numbed flesh could not.
    He told himself not to think of the family he had abandoned as a teenager.
    Or the child who had been taken from him before he could meet her.
    Longing raged inside him anyway. Fury spiraled in harsh thrusts against his damaged heart. If he could, he’d kill all over again the woman who’d taken that tiny life from him.
    He cursed. If he was heavenbound, he would see his baby girl, but her mother had taken away even that possibility. Because of what he’d done to her, and for every damn thing he’d done afterward, he wasn’t bound for the pearly gates. No, he was bound where babies did not dare to go.
    Darkness descended over him.
    He was tired of the rage, of the anguish, of the longing.
    He let go of his anger and gave himself up to whatever was coming to take him.
    “Johnny…,” the soft, feminine voice called. It was his given name. From a different time. A different life.
    Despite his blood loss, his pulse spiked. “Selena—” How could it be? She was dead. He had killed her, with his own hands.
    “Sí, corazón,” she whispered.
    His eyes fluttered open. He must be in Hell. She was exactly as he’d last seen her. The most beautiful creature on earth. Dark and deadly, with the face of a siren, the voice of an angel. All disguising that she was a heartless, betraying, murderous bitch. She had pushed him to commit an unspeakable act. He hated himself for being like her.
    “I told you the next time I saw you it would be in Hell,” he said, barely able to enunciate the words. “And here we are.”
    She threw her head back and laughed. That laugh had brought him to his knees more than once. Now she was the one who knelt and touched his cheek with her fingertips. He set his jaw, not wanting to enjoy her touch but relishing it anyway.
    “You’re bleeding, Johnny,” she softly said.
    He grasped her hand and squeezed it with what strength he had left. He wanted to hurt her as she had hurt him. She’d destroyed the one beautiful thing in his life. “Are you behind this? Is this your dirty work?”
    “Always suspicious, aren’t you?”
    She smiled. While he could not feel the hole in his chest or any of his other wounds, her smile was like a hot knife twisting in his heart.
    “Go to Hell, Selena.”
    She smiled again, the magnitude of it blinding him. She lifted her clasped hands over her head. The glint of metal caught a sliver of the sun’s straining ray.
    “No, Johnny Boy.” She brought her arms down in a hard motion, stabbing him directly in his broken, beaten heart. “ You go to Hell.”

    Selena stood in shocked silence. The last person she’d expected to see here or anywhere for that matter was the only man she would ever love. Because of her, he had been sentenced to death. She had been aware of his escape during transport from jail to prison. It had taken every ounce of will she possessed not to go in search of him. But that would have defeated her original purpose. She was dead to him. For his safety, she must remain so.
    She stared down at the man whom she had caused irreparable emotional damage.
    Johnny.
    He had not moved since she’d injected him. From where she stood beside him, Selena felt