CHAPTER 37

Jermaine Rhoades wasn’t a Christian, but now he understood how Jesus Christ felt when he struggled on his way to his inevitable death. The same story applied to him now as he sat in the backseat of a moving vehicle with two guns stabbing both sides of his abdomen. He knew that if he made any wrong move, he would be dead. They were taking him to the location of the cartel. A place he already knew. He asked himself if the mask was necessary.

Jermaine could feel his heart thumping hard against his chest. When was it going to end? Soon he hoped. He couldn’t bear the anxiety and fear anymore. He wanted this to be as quick as possible. This was exactly how Jermaine had pictured himself after stealing the compass and the map. He knew that it would end in his demise either way. He had managed to evade the quick one, immediately stealing it. He had escaped the guards and had fled the mansion only to be brought back here. At least Jermaine had done what he wanted. Which was to hide the compas