Nothing was going to keep me from getting to Noelle.
Bishop went straight for the weapons locker.
He seemed to forget about his injured shoulder as he wrenched it open and grabbed pistols from the depths.
“You think they’ll take her to the old processing plant? It’s isolated. Defendable.”
“Fuck.” Rafe tore his hands through his hair again before shrugging into his jacket. “Fuck.Fuck.”
I didn’t like the sound of that.
It implied he wasn’t sure what to do.
Well, I did.
I was going after Noelle.
I didn’t give a shit if Rafe refused to help her.
She was mine.
Ours.
I’d been a fucking pussy to let Rafe talk me into waiting until after Christmas to deal with the situation.
I’d tear apart every bastard between here and there to get her back.
She’d gotten under my skin in the best way possible, and the thought of any of them putting their hands on her brought a red haze over my vision.
Bishop pressed a Glock into my hand. “We’re going to get her back.”
I nodded once.
His promise settled me.
“Half the guys are already at the warehouse getting suited up for tonight.” Rafe checked the pistol Bishop handed him. He shoved an extra magazine in his pocket. “We’re on our own unless I pull them off mission.”
“They want us alone. And they want to ruin us. No matter what we do, they’ve anticipated it.” Bishop’s soldier mind whirled so fast, I could almost see the wheels turning.
He strapped on a shoulder holster, checked that he could retrieve the weapon with his good hand, and grunted. “They want to force our hand.”
“They’ll get a lot more than that.” I tucked my pistol into the specially designed slot in my jacket and took a second from the locker, along with three mags for each. “And this isn’t a choice.”
I made sure Rafe understood me. “We get her back. Now. The kids will get their Christmas no matter what, but we are not leaving her with those monsters.”
I racked a round into the chamber of the second pistol and added it to a holster at my waist. “Let’s handle these cock-sucking pieces of shit.”
Rafe met my gaze, and the fury I felt was reflected in his eyes.
Whatever complicated feelings he had about Noelle, he didn’t want her hurt.
“Colt, call the others. Tell them what’s happened. They might have company coming their way, and they should arm up.”
Colt nodded. “I’ll make sure they understand.”
“Bishop, you sure you’re okay to ride?” Rafe should’ve known better than to ask.
Bishop rounded on him with a sound not unlike a wounded animal. “Try and stop me.”
