What he saw made his blood run cold. Sabrina lay on a metal table, wrists and ankles secured with Velcro straps. Blood covered her left hand, dripping onto the concrete floor, and tears tracked down her cheeks. Beside her, Ferrante tossed a pair of pliers, and they hit the ground with a clink.
He hurt her.Fuckingtorturedher.
The words reverberated through Jayson’s head as everything around him seemed to shift to a hazy red. His attention whipped over to Rocco Ferrante, who now held a gun on Sabrina.
He’s terrorizing her.
A fury built inside him, just as strong as when Emma had been taken, and he swung his weapon at Ferrante’s face.
He’s fucking dead.
“I’ll shoot her!” Ferrante yelled, voice rising in pitch. Desperate. His face turned a mottled shade of red. “I swear to God, if you come any closer, I’ll put a bullet in her brain!”
Fuck.As much as he wanted to end Ferrante right at that moment, it was far too risky.
“Let. Her. Go.” Jayson gritted out each word, completely focused on Ferrante. “Or you’re the one who’s going to end up with a bullet in your brain.”
“No.” He gave his head a frantic shake. “You’re going to let us pass.”
Ferrante shoved the gun’s barrel against Sabrina’s temple and she whimpered. With erratic movements, he unbound the straps around her wrists and ankles, keeping his attention on Jayson and Lex. Pulling her off the table, using her as a shield, he angled them toward the stairs and began to creep forward.
Goddammit.Jayson didn’t have a clear shot. The fucker was hiding behind Sabrina and had his gun wedged against her temple.
When they reached the stairs, he stopped. “Call your friends off or she’s dead,” he ordered.
Neither Jayson nor Lex moved. Just kept their weapons trained on Ferrante.
“Do it! Now!” Ferrante shouted.
Fighting the urge to blow the motherfucker away, Jayson pressed his comms. “Ferrante has Sabrina and they’re coming out of the bunker. Stand down. I repeat, stand down, or he’ll shoot Sabrina.”
“Roger that,” Brand responded.
For the first time, Jayson allowed himself to meet Sabrina’s eyes. He saw fear in their depths, but also relief. She was confident he’d be able to save her, and, dammit, that’s exactly what he was going to do.
Somehow.
Knowing Jayson and his team had found her, come for her, meant she might actually have a chance. She gave Jayson a small nod before Ferrante shoved her up the stairs with him. The coward was hiding behind her, using her as a damn shield. She had to find a way to turn the tables. Give the Motley Crew an opportunity to take Ferrante down without taking her out in the process.
Sabrina stumbled out of the bunker, clutching her bloody hand to her chest as Ferrante hurried her along. At least he hadn’t managed to rip off her index nail, thanks to Jayson’s interruption. Just tore the corner a little. She’d live.
The air smelled like smoke, but it seemed far too quiet now after hearing the earlier explosions. No sign of Jayson’s friends or Ferrante’s men. At least not until Bling came careening around the corner.
“You’re driving us to the airport!” Ferrante tossed his keys and Bling caught them. “Hurry!”
No, no, no.Sabrina dug her heels into the sandy ground, but Ferrante tugged harder. Desperately searching the shadows for Jayson’s team, she didn’t see anyone. They made it to the garage and Ferrante forced her into the back of an SUV, slamming the door behind her before climbing into the front passenger seat as Bling slid behind the wheel. The locks clicked shut.
“Get my plane ready! We’re taking off as soon as I get there!” Ferrante shouted into his phone.
“Just let me go,” Sabrina cried, trying to yank the door open. “I don’t know anything!”
Ferrante turned in his seat, pointing his gun at her. “Shut up. You’re a lying, filthy Fed and I’m not done torturing you. Not even close.”
She swallowed hard, her throbbing hand pressed to her chest. He’d only had time to rip off one fingernail, so it definitely could’ve been worse. But there was no way in hell she was going to let herself lose any more. Fuck that.
Vowing to fight, to go down swinging, Sabrina was ready to do everything in her power to escape. And, on top of that, she was one hundred percent certain Jayson would follow them. He and his team would get to her and put an end to Rocco Ferrante.
Somehow.
