I was pissed as hell at whoever had made it possible for someone to snatch my woman, but I needed to focus on getting to Elena.
“Wizard’s using traffic cams and back-alley connections to track the black van and narrow down the search area, but it eventually went off the grid, where there were no cameras available.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off, knowing exactly what I’d been about to say.
“Getting satellite footage would take too damn long.”
He wasn’t wrong. “Fine. We’ll head that direction and search every inch until he gets us the exact location.”
We’d been gone less than ten minutes when Wizard’s voice came across our comms. “Got it.”
We headed straight for the warehouse on the outskirts of town, tucked back behind an old industrial zone that hadn’t seen legitimate use in decades. Concrete crumbled in patches around the base of the building. Rusted roll-up doors and graffiti-tagged walls made it look abandoned.
“What is it with assholes and warehouses?” Ink grumbled. “So cliché. They couldn’t pick somewhere a little more upscale? With less rats?”
“Head in the game, jackass,” I muttered as I crouched beside King behind the shadow of a half-collapsed fence.
His voice was a low growl beside me. “Third-floor windows are sealed, but there’s movement inside.”
My jaw flexed as I adjusted the grip on my weapon. A short-barrel Glock, customized with a low recoil suppressor and mag extension. Standard loadout.
She was close. Which meant I was one bad decision away from blowing the entire op to get to her faster.
King’s hand clapped my shoulder, grounding me for half a second. “We move quiet and controlled. You don’t break the line unless she’s in sight.”
My teeth ground together, but I nodded once, then moved beside Kevlar as we crept toward the northeast corner entrance—quiet as we could be with reinforced boots and suppressed firepower.
The warehouse’s side door was chained, but Kevlar made quick work of the lock. He tilted his head, waiting for my signal.
I raised two fingers, then dropped them.
The door swung open. We slipped inside, one after the other. Ink was with me, Blaze took point beside King, while Tomcat and Rebel flanked the opposite side of the corridor. Fallon pulled up the rear, covering our six.
We paused, listening. Then there was a low, echoing thump of a bootstep above us. At least two sets moving around.
Two wasn’t enough.
Because Elena’s abduction hadn’t been random. It had been orchestrated. Precise. Whoever took her wasn’t just acting on impulse. They’d had orders. And those didn’t include keeping her whole.
I wasn’t leaving a single one of them breathing.
King signaled, and we moved in silence. No wasted motion or noise louder than boots brushing broken tile.
Ink and I headed straight to the third floor. Each step up the metal stairs vibrated through my bones, and every sound that wasn’t her voice made my trigger finger twitch. At the landing, I froze, my hand braced against the frame. Two voices drifted from the far room.
I breathed deep, slow, trying to remain focused and not give in to the madness edging closer and closer.
Ink glanced at me. “You get the girl. I’ll get the garbage.”
Two voices bled through the wall as we crept forward. Talking about how Marks should’ve kept a better leash on Elena.
My hands itched with the need to maim and kill. Every fiber of my body screamed to tear the walls down and let the monster inside me take over. But I held onto my control. Barely.
Because if I went now, I risked her.
Ink gave a tight nod beside me while they talked about carving that damn tattoo off her leg. The laughter that followed was almost maniacal, and the need to make a move became unbearable.
I felt rather than saw several more of my brothers join us outside the door, waiting for my signal.
