Doherty eyes me with suspicion as I look at his driver’s license. I toss it to Baz, who catches it and gives it a onceover. And then I check all of the tiny pockets in the leather wallet until I find what I’m looking for.
Pulling out several pictures of his family, I hold them up to Doherty, who sneers in response.
And when I finally get a reaction from this guy, then I know I’ve hit the nail right on the fucking head.
“Go to his home. I want his family tortured, beaten and skinned alive,” I tell Baz without flinching.
Baz gives me a nod and leaves the room. It’s a full thirty seconds before Doherty finally calls out, “Wait!”
The man hangs his head and says, “I’ll tell you everything you want to know. Just…just don’t hurt my family.”
I smile in satisfaction, pleased that I finally cracked him.
“There’s a farm,” he starts. “There’s a farm on the outskirts of the city. No one knows about it but Nolan and a few of us, okay? They’re keeping her in an underground bunker by the house.”
“Give me the address, and I’ll end your suffering fast.”
He spouts off an address, and I type it into my phone. When the map comes up and I see that the man isn’t lying, I give him a final nod. Tucking my phone away, I pull out my Glock and aim it at his head.
“You’ve been most helpful.”
I pull the trigger without even thinking twice about it.
A few seconds later, Baz enters the cavernous room and glances from the dead man and then to me. “You got the information you wanted, my friend?”
“Yes,” I tell him.
“Then we shall go get your Victoria,” he says. “I will go rally the troops, as they say.”
Turning around, I walk over to the sink in the corner of the room and scrub the man’s vile blood from my hands and forearms. But no matter how hard I scrub, the blood seems to stay on my skin, staining it for the rest of my life even if I can’t see it.
I have a lot of men’s blood on my hands, and I’m only going to have more once I do what must be done to keep Victoria safe.
I made a vow a long time ago to protect her. And I’ll move heaven and earth to keep that promise.
“I’m coming for you, Victoria,” I say out loud before slipping my jacket on and leaving the room.
CHAPTER 13
DAMON
WE WAIT UNTIL we’re under the cover of darkness to strike the Farrell farm.
The house itself is dilapidated, with paint peeling off the sides, broken windows and a crooked porch with a collapsing roof. But the house isn’t why Nolan Farrell bought this property.
No, he bought it for the seclusion and for the underground bunker that was built in the seventies. The bunker where they have been keeping Victoria hostage, torturing her every day and sending me the evidence through videos.
My body trembles with anger. It’s as if undiluted rage is seeping out of every pore. I hate being so close to rescuing her and yet having to wait until the right time to strike.
Baz has assembled a team of several ruthless criminals, and we all lie in wait at the edge of the farm. They have been ordered to kill upon contact.
Even though I would love to see Nolan Farrell strung up by his toes while he slowly bleeds out, begging for his pathetic life, my priority is to get Victoria out of there and get her some medical treatment as soon as possible.
I know she’s close to death. I can practically feel it in my soul.
I’m losing her.
Armed with night vision goggles, smoke grenades and guns, we wait for one of our guys to cut the electric to the bunker. As soon as the light goes out above the only way in or out, we run across the grass like a pack of lions stalking our prey and going in for the final kill.
