Everyone lay sound asleep on the rocky slope, wrapped tightly in blankets against the biting cold of the morning air. You, ill-prepared for such rugged conditions, had been nothing more than a tourist in Peru when the cartel snatched you. Now, two weeks later, you found yourself running from the same cartel alongside a team of American burglars. They had discovered you amidst the stolen money during their heist. Fortunately, after a heated debate, they decided to bring you along instead of leaving you to an uncertain fate. Yet, not everyone among them had agreed with that choice.

You glanced over at Tom, whose sleeping form lay between Franckie and Pope, his expression troubled even in repose. He had been the most vocal against bringing you along, his distrust and resentment palpable.

“Can’t sleep?” A raspy voice interrupted your thoughts, drawing your gaze to Will’s piercing blue eyes. He had been the staunchest advocate for your rescue, his determination etched in the lines of his weary face as he watched over you.