Vanessa
I’m jolted awake, yanked by the arm with a force that snaps me out of a dreamless sleep. My eyelids peel open slowly, still fogged with exhaustion, and the first thing I see is the ever-grim face of Anthony Rivera, seated to my right.
"Move," he mutters.
Three car doors open at once, as if synchronized: Anthony, José, who had been driving, and his brother Fernando all step out of the SUV. The man who killed my grandmother doesn’t even glance at me. He just walks away like I’m air.
"Get out."
Chuy, sitting to my left, exits next and slips his gun into his waistband, pulling his shirt down over it. He holds the door open, nodding for me to follow.
This is it. We’re parked on the shoulder of the Houston North Tollway. The remaining Zetas cartel soldiers stand scattered around th
