Hector’s POV
As soon as we landed, Dorian had organised transport from a contact that he had in Libya. Within minutes we were being transported by a convoy of cars to Moretti’s hide out in Tripoli.
I looked at Xander who seemed to be checking his weapons every five minutes. “We are going to get her back this time Xander. He’s not expecting us at all.” I assured him.
“I won’t be satisfied until Soraya is back at home and Moretti is in a deep dark hole, bleeding out every day for the rest of his life.
“Dorian says that Moretti and his entourage arrived about 30 minutes ago. They had with them two women and a third woman joined them.”
“We have to do this quickly and as quietly as possible and be out of here. We don’t own the local authorities. Xander said.
“Don’t worry about that, D
