The sun was barely rising when Cruz’s men entered the warehouse. The air smelled of oil and dust. The morning light came through the broken windows in thin lines. Sofia sat by the corner, still weak from everything that had happened. Her wrists were tied. Her head rested against the cold wall. She had been praying for a miracle since the night before.
The sound of footsteps made her lift her head. A group of men walked in, their boots heavy on the floor. They carried guns, ropes, and one of them held a shovel. Her heart started to beat fast. She knew something bad was about to happen.
The leader looked around, his voice low and rough. “Get the girl. The boss wants her.”
Sofia froze. “Wait—what are you doing? Please—she’s pregnant! You can’t move her!”
The man ignored her. Two of them w
