Ditching the girl was the smartest move. If they had tried to drag Barbara along as a human shield, they would have inevitably been gunned down or captured, and York would have been dragged down with them.
Cutting her loose and running was their only chance at survival.
Barbara had no idea what her captors looked like, and given the sheer panic of the abduction, her friend wouldn't have been able to provide a reliable description either. Besides, the men had been wearing masks.
The moment York hung up, he quickly texted Natalie, feeding her the coordinates and ordering her to pick them up.
Natalie was a Cabinda native and knew the sprawling roads better than anyone. She was the perfect getaway driver.
It was also a brilliant trap to pull her down with him.
If the mercenaries were caught, Natalie would go down as their accomplice.
Between aiding fugitives and her recent stunt hiring thugs to terrorize the George family, she was building a massive criminal record.
Once the police inevitably traced the hit on the George family back to her, she would be facing the exact same fate as her past life: the death penalty.
York had sworn that Ethan, Natalie, and Isabella would all pay.
Oh, and Jordan.
Jordan was a piece of trash too.
But York wasn't in a rush to deal with him just yet. Once he destroyed Ethan and the women, crushing Jordan would be effortless.
Completely oblivious to the snare she was walking into, Natalie followed the GPS coordinates.
She arrived at a desolate stretch of highway in the Eastside Suburbs. The area was eerily quiet, and despite being a paved road, it was completely devoid of traffic.
She quickly called York to confirm before unlocking the doors to let the four hulking figures inside.
"Drive. Get us out of Cabinda right now. No flights, no trains, no buses. You're taking us straight to Oakwood, Sterling."
The ringleader's voice was a low, menacing growl the second she put the car in drive.
"Are you out of your mind?" Natalie gasped. "Oakwood is thousands of miles away! That's a two-day drive! Why don't you just fly? I'll buy your tickets if you're broke."
The thought of driving for two days straight was horrifying.
She was a woman trapped in a car with four massive, intimidating men. If something went wrong in the middle of nowhere, she would be completely defenseless.
Furthermore, anyone York associated with was undoubtedly dangerous.

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