Lorenzo
My car rolls to a stop.
Rafe kills the engine and glances over at me once, his jaw locked tight.
I step out into the night air. Instantly, the cold bites through my clothes and seeps straight into my bones.
“Two on the porch. One patrolling the right side.” Rafe’s voice stays low and clipped so no one will hear him.
I adjust my gloves. “Roll out.”
We move through the trees toward the warehouse.
Two guards linger in front. They aren’t paying much attention because they are too busy smoking.
The first guard laughs at something the other guy says, head tipping back for a second like he’s offering up his throat to me.
Not one to pass up an opportunity, I take aim.
The shot is quiet. A suppressor will do that, but as the guard drops to the ground, his friend is now aware he’s under attack.
The other guy spins, mouth opening to scream, but he never gets a chance to make a sound.
It’s his turn to stumble back as the bullet finds him.
With both dead, I step toward the metal door and slide it open.
As I step inside, I notice a shadow moving at the end of the hall . . . and I fire without pausing.
The bullet punches into the wall next to his head. The plaster explodes, freezing him in place.
“Don’t move,” I order.
He follows my command, face draining when he looks at me.
“You—” His voice cracks. “You weren’t supposed to—”
“I know.” I interrupt, stepping forward. “I like to do things I’m not supposed to do. Keeps shit interesting.”
Rafe steps up beside me, his gun now aimed at this idiot too.
I don’t look away from the man.
“You have a woman here?” My voice is steady despite my anger.
The man’s throat bobs. “We don’t—”
I cock my head, and his lips start to tremble.
“She’s not . . . she’s not here.”
I tilt my head. “Interesting.”
The man shakes, frantic. “This isn’t—this isn’t what you think.”
“It never is,” I reply, sick of this shit. “Let’s search the place,” I tell Rafe.
It only takes a few minutes to search this floor, and there is no sign of Victoria.
