14.

Charles

Mack lifted an eyebrow and watched silently as I threw the hotel phone across the room, it shattered against the wall and left a large dent in the wall. I was killing that annoying bitch next time I saw her.

I needed something else to throw. Break. Destroy. I fell on the bed and listened to the wind blow on the shoddy window.

There was a big storm heading our way.

The mission had been called off. Top knew we were on our way back. Top also knew there was some bad weather. Which bought me some time. But the annoying bitch had a point, I could easily walk away. Victoria was not the same person she was years ago. I was not the same person I was years ago. The annoying bitch had a plan and may have been able to get them to safety. Not as well as I could though.

Then there was my son.

I had a son I didn't even know.

Victoria was alive and I had a son, both were so far up Shit Creek and paddle less, it wasn't even believable.

I rubbed my chin.

How could she not tell me any of that? Hide all that from me. We'd dated for nearly two years.

"They were talking about a boat."

Mack was talking.

I lifted my head and looked at him, "What?"

He was watching me closely from where he leant against the wall. "When I found Victoria she was on the phone and wanting to meet Sarah at a boat. Plus they have the NVGs, so they're heading for the mainland tonight."

I didn't know whether I should have been glad or not. Pissed off I had covered. I was a man of action. If I didn't do something I wasn't going to be able to live with myself, "Where would they go? We're in Central America."

Mack was thinking.

"Can't go east due to that pesky hurricane," I added.

Then it hit him, "Panama."

Panama?

"There's an Army Base there."

There was an Army Base there. Run by one of Ryan's buddies from back in the day. That was a very distinct possibility.

And a long drive.

"Do you even want to go after them?"

I really thought about it. I did. Too long apparently, Mack got annoyed with me, "Are you seriously thinking this over! You have a son! A Son! So she got in a little trouble before she met you and didn't mention a couple things, women don't tell men like us everything. You think Ryan would let her tell you everything anyway? She was a terrified child when you met up with her."

I snapped, "It would have been nice to know that at the time! I know I have a son! I know that now, it would have been nice to know that too!"

Never one to back down, like Victoria once had been, Mack snarled right back at me, "I wasn't able to tell you! Don't give me attitude!"

I was silent.

Too pissed off to even argue.

"You know what, lets just go. If you want to let her slip through your fingers again, her and your son, you obviously don't deserve them! She's going to need someone a lot stronger…"

I hit him.

I came up off the corner of that bed, made a fist, and hit him harder then I thought. Sending him into the dresser and onto the dirty floor.

He stayed down there.

Not cause I had caused any permanent damage. But he rolled on his back. Looked up in my eyes as I tried my damned hardest to calm my ass down, and had the nerve to tell me. "She's been terrorized and living in fear for the past four years."

Well that was more then obvious.

I'd seen women that tired, that submissive to whatever fate came their way in countries comparable to hell.

"If you can't deal with that and all that baggage, then you just need to let her go again."

I hated when he was right about my life.