“What are you going to do if he’s there?” I asked.
He gave me a quick glance over his shoulder. “Kill the motherfucker.”
Chapter thirty-three
Tristan
Ihad so much adrenaline and anger coursing through my veins, I could probably run through a brick wall and not feel a thing. I didn’t know why this fucker wanted to hurt my Kate, but I sure as shit was going to find out. Right after I turned his face into my personal fucking punching bag.
Damn asshole.
With how fast I moved, it didn’t take long to reach the level one parking area.
Shoving through the door, my gaze scanned over the cars. First left then right then left again. I didn’t see anyone besides the security guard.
I hoped that didn’t mean the fucknut was gone.
With a small squeeze to my hand, Kate drew my attention. When our gazes locked, she jerked her chin toward the guard. “Maybe he saw someone?” The fear in her voice cut me to my very core.
That fury bubbling away in my veins burned even hotter than before. I wasn’t just going to rearrange the dickhead’s face; I was going to put him six feet under.
“Tristan?” Kate reminded me I’d yet to answer her.
I didn’t want to involve the guard because with him there, I wouldn’t be able to interrogate the fucker the way I wanted to.
I was about to tell her as much when I spotted a dark figure in the back corner of the garage. Black hoodie pulled over his head, arms crossed in front of his chest, he leaned against one of the pillars.
“C’mon.”
Without explaining, I tightened my hold on Kate’s hand and slowly walked toward the guy. He had his head bent; eyes glued to his phone.
Good.
I didn’t want him seeing us and getting spooked.
“Do you think that’s him?” she whispered.
I squeezed her hand. “I don’t know, baby. Does he look familiar?”
She shook her head.
The fear etched on her beautiful face only fueled my steps. My heart raced; my pace increased. I balled my free hand into a fist, ready to strike the instant we reached this asshole.
But as luck would have it, he chose that moment to lift his eyes from his screen. He looked at me first, and when his gaze slid to Kate, I could practically feel his panic.
Shoving his phone in his pocket, he hurried toward a motorcycle parked a few feet away. He was closer to that damn thing than I was to him. Still, I wasn’t giving up.
I let go of Kate’s hand and set off on a run.
He’d just grabbed the helmet off the seat, but he was so rattled, he couldn’t get it on. I was closing in fast, the anger rushing through my body causing my feet to move faster with every step I took.
Theidiot was still struggling with his helmet, and when he saw how much distance I’d covered, panic washed over his face.
Good. He’d better be fucking pissing himself.
Pumping my arms harder, I sprinted even faster. I was so close, just a few more paces, and I’d have him in my grasp.
He’d noticed.
