He dealt with our translator who dealt with the Castillo’s translator and they showed me a live feed of her in a kid’s bedroom on the bed looking at the ceiling with a lost and distraught look on her face.
The feed was open so I kept checking it on my phone. I was assured she hadn’t been touched.
I speak a bit of Spanish, enough, but I just don’t have the f*****g patience right now, not when I want to rip anyone associated with Castillo apart. There were ten of us in the room and countless outside all with guns and I want blood. I want it to f*****g rain blood on this shithole. And as soon as I get her out of here, there will be a storm coming. Why the hell were we even involved in this business down here? Uncle and I needed to have a talk about this.
Claire’s POV
I bolted awake. I wa
