Chapter 6

Cammie's pov:

Eloise smiled at me as I sat down in the hot tub with her and all my friends with our covers sucessfully attatched. "How long have you and your family been in the business?"

"Ever since I was a little girl Jessica, Issac, Ivan, and I have been working with our parents. It's the good life. Sadly they died a while ago, but we carried on with more when we all got married. Zach had work in another cartel but it seemed like the glorious life, you know?" I smiled.

She had a knowing smile, "Si Si."

"Rio is so beautiful in the fall, you know?" I told her. "Where did your place originate?"

"I was working in Santa Fe years ago and Cathy my dear American friend and I met. She helped me in the business. She has a strong background with being chased be the CIA and MI6 but you know she had her ways around it," Eloise grinned. "Cameron Morgan I heard was her last real target. Her son was married to her, complicated things a bit, but made it oh so fun. I had helped her with the fun, you know?" I didn't show any sign of recogniton for my own name only nodded for her to go on. "She had a baby. We had fun though. We'd always planned on luring her son there. I was in charge of faking the death. You see, I'll tell you girls a secret because we're on the recruiting side of business right now. Catherine wants it you see." but Catherine is dead... I'd made sure of it the second time... "We work in the traitors business you and I," Eloise winked at me and I knew that we were caught. "And you my dear Cammie are just who we need right now."

And everything went black.

Zach's pov:

"Where is Cammie now?" I asked Eloise as soon as the boys and I walked out into the room where they had been.

"Where are our girls?" Jonas asked.

"Oh, Zachary..." A voice echoed through the hall. "You should have known I wasn't dead. Sensed the presents of me here and that your girls will never be safe anywhere. Your baby might just die again. What was her name again? Emily May Goode? I was almost a grandmother you know? I would have been a good one. I'm sure she would have been a lovely girl."

At that I couldn't take her any longer and shouted, "Show yourself bitch!"

"I'm not here right now my boy. I had an erin to run so be a good boy while I'm gone and try not to cry when you see your wives next."

"That bitch!" Grant spat.

"Now, let's get this over with. Martain, why don't you take the Rohypnol out," Eloise called to her husband. I'd heard of it before, referred to as the date rape drug. It made you weak and lax through everything.

"What the hell..."

At the prick of the needle I went limp and felt them drag us around the floor like rag dolls yet none of us could do a thing about it.

Grant's pov:

When I awoke I could see Bex lying on the ground yet I was to stoned to make a move for her motionless body.

Jonas's pov:

"Elizabeth?" She was crawling on the ground like a child fighting to move but her breath was caught in her throat and she mads=e sharp breaths.

"Jonas..." she was coughing.

"Liz, what's wrong?" And then I saw the blood running down her neck, her throat cut and raw. Had they slit it? "Oh my god..."

"It's not as bad as it looks Jonas. It's just a nick," she was shaking though and I tried to move but the ground felt so soft beneath me and I couldn't move. Couldn't do anything but sleep and no that the drugs were holding me there and keeping me from my wife.

Nick's pov:

I stared at the woman laying on the stone cold ground with long dark hair and bright blue eyes and cried out her name, "Macey!" She didn't look up and from that moment niether did I.

Zach's pov:

"Gallagher Girl," I rasped.

Then nothing.

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