The bitch in front of me whose throat I’m going to rip out. Her husband whose head I’m going to bash into the wall until his skull caves in. That security fuck whose time is running out. Two men Connor is going to kill.
And our freedom once they’re all dead.
Chapter 31
Connor
Once past the gates, I floor it up the private drive. The AMG's engine screams, gravel spitting from the tires. Half a mile of winding road to the main house. I know every curve, every inch of this fucking place.
And every blind spot.
Which is how I got two of my best friends onto the property. My parents may know I’m on the way, but they won’t be expecting I have backup.
“In position, east perimeter.” Alexei's voice fills the AMG through the speakers, his accent thicker than usual. “Viktor, you set?”
“Oh, I'm peachy. But we have a problem. Cameras on the property are already down, and these morons are stumbling around like they got their training from YouTube.” Viktor whistles. “Since when does Daddy Walsh need a private army?”
Fuck if I know.
My whole life we never had security at the house. My parents were never there. It was just me and the staff. And my mother couldn't be bothered to give a shit about me anyway, much less my safety.
Unlike my friends.
The second I got to my car at Citi Field, I texted the group chat that my father had kidnapped Ryan. Viktor and Alexei called within seconds. I told them everything I know.
Viktor went straight to the house to see what he could find while Alexei and I hauled ass to Crestwood. He sent pictures thirty minutes later. There was security at the house, though not many. But that fuck Blake was one of them.
Then my father’s Bentley pulled up. That’s when I knew for sure where Ryan was.
Zach and Jackson wanted to come, but Alexei shut it down fast. This isn’t a hockey fight, not with the armed guards. Fuck, I’m not even prepared for this, especially going in unarmed.
But my husband is in that house, which means I'm walking through that fucking door even if I don't walk back out.
“Just had a peek at the neighbor’s smart doorbell. It’s down too.” Viktor goes quiet for a second. “Actually, thewhole street's been wiped. Someone's being deliciously thorough.”
Not surprised.
But it also makes it easier for my friends to get into the house. “Alexei, the window to my room is your best way in. I disabled the alarm over the summer. Doubt my parents have noticed.”
“Already climbing up the trellis. Stop worrying about us and focus on your part.”
Yeah, these two are a bit too excited about this. Then again, it’s what their families do. Found out after Viktor got drunk one day. He told us how his mother used to be an assassin and how she had been his father’s target before they fell in love.
I hang up and pull into the circular driveway, tires crunching on the gravel. The AMG's engine ticks as I kill the ignition. The front door swings open before I can reach the handle and Donovan Blake steps into view.
Time to end this shit.
I step out of the car and slam the door closed.
“Mr. Walsh. Your parents are waiting in your father's office.” He moves to block my path as I walk toward him. “Need to search you first.”
“Touch me and I'll break your wrist.” I shoulder past him and enter the house.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I don’t pull it out. Last thing I need is for Blake, or my parents, to figure out I’m playing my own game.
When I get to my father’s office, I don't knock, just push the door open with so much force it bounces off the wall. “Where's my husband?”
My father leans back in his chair behind his massive mahogany desk. “Alive. For now.”
