The roar of the helicopter's engine made Hazel's heart seem to stop beating. "Going to … Sinaloa?" Hazel murmured, as if not believing her ears. "Hey! You rude bastard?! Let me go now! I don't want to go to Sinaloa!" Hazel rebelled again, struggling with her feet tied together.
"Ack!" Hazel tumbled as the chair supporting her finally collapsed. No matter how hard she tried to free herself, Don Ramon laughed and said her efforts were futile.
"We'll make you a very expensive entertainer in Sinaloa, Darling. What if Flynn finds out? Oh … would he be willing to pay? Haha?!" Don Ramon's laughter grew louder. Sanchez had packed various items and was ready to jump into the helicopter landing outside.
The soccer field in Don Ramon's mansion area was quite large; local kids sometimes used it for championships.