Maurice gripped my arm as we looked at Gigi, who was also tied to a chair.
She looked pretty bad with her bruises, and she hung her head down, looking limp. Her eyes were closed. She looked like she was in a bad way, but alive. Thank God she was alive. As long as she was alive, I’d save her.
Cora looked at both of us.
“God. Sorry to move from this screen, but I saw something a few screens back.”
As she switched the screens, my heart ached.My Amelia.I let those bastards take her.
Cora switched to a screen that brought up the foyer, and I saw instantly what she meant as she zoomed closer.
The floor had little devices all over it. Little balls that looked like Christmas decorations.
“I don’t know what those are, but you might want to be careful of them, and that.” She tilted the camera, so that it showed the ceiling.
“Holy shit,” Max breathed.
There was a big axe-looking blade the size of a man hanging from the ceiling. It looked like it was connected to some trip wire.
“Victor said we’d be going into an arena,” I stated.
“Well, these look like traps to me. All of it.” Cora bit the inside of her lip.
“How will we get in?” Raphael asked.
“I’ll check something out.” Cora switched the cameras to outside the facility near the lake. There was a tunnel where water gushed out. She looked over the entrance and nodded.
“The surveillance stops past a certain point in the prison. Looks like the old section has nothing. If you can get in through there and work your way across to where they are, you could go unnoticed. I’ll try and find the best entrance to get in. I suggest going in different teams. Surprise is a good advantage, and having a backup plan.”
“Okay, rally up the best men we have. They’re team B, and we are A,” Raphael declared.
I looked to him and cleared my throat.
“We?” I cocked my head to the side and arched a brow.
“Yes, we.”
“Look, sir,” Sinclaire cut in. “I don’t know if Amelia would like it very much if you put yourself in danger.”
“I appreciate your concern and you both coming here, but she’s my daughter. I’m going to get my child back.”
“Raphael.” I wrinkled my nose. It was insane. He couldn’t come.
“Lucian, don’t… don’t.” He held up his hands and stared me down. “Give me five minutes. You guys get prepped.”
All I could do was stare at him. He sounded more like the man I was used to.
It was just a shame he looked so frail, and that just might get him killed.
Chapter 13
Don Raphael
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10 years and 11 months ago…
“Make sure you get it done just the way I said. You need to be there at the right time to get them, catch them in the act.” I couldn’t keep the anger out of my voice, or the hurt.
