“Fuck the panic room!” I bark. “This wasthem, I’m sure of it! I don’t know how they pulled it off, but I don’t quite care for the fucking details. Just find them and make them all bleed!”
My men scatter, but Kent stays nearby. As myprotection. I get it, but it’s just pissing me off more right now.
“Where’s Russo?” I growl, my tone like a blade ready to launch forward.
“We’re… not sure,” Kent mutters nervously. My brow cocks. “His chopper touched down, but he’s not with it. No one is…”
My brows pull together in severe confusion. I actually cough up a tiny chuckle at the insanity of all this. “Are you telling me that the Governor of New York is just mulling around my house somewhere and we can’t find him?”
“Well, no…” Kent grumbles. “That would be weird.”
“Uh yea.Yes, it would be,” I snap.
“We have Hector searching… Maybe he’s looking for Dascha himself?”
My lashes flutter in amusement.Right. Well, good luck finding him in the dark.
My mind is swirling through all of this while I stalk toward the stairs. “I’ll just go have a look… But I’d say getting thepowerback on in the priority right now. Which I suppose I’ll also have to handle because, truly, I have to do fuckingeverythingmyself.”
“Jefe, I do think you should get to the panic room,” Kent goes on. “It’s safer.”
Or I just want to get away from all of you because I don’t need a babysitter…
“I’ll locate the governor,” Paulino announces from somewhere, I can’t even see, it’s so damn dark.
Maybe Alexander caught up with Russo before they could get to him…
Maybe our governor is already dead.
“I’m sure Russo is fine.” I clear my throat to keep from chuckling. “But where, prey tell, is Dascha? Byron, Simon, Trevel…” I can feel him staring at me while I exhale slowly, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Do we know whereanyoneis??”
“I’ll find them,” Kent grumbles, stalking in Paulino’s direction.
“Don’t come back until you do,” I hiss, exasperated in every sense of the word.
“Sir…” Hector’s voice comes over our walkies. “Love’s gone.”
Kent and Paulino stop in their tracks again.
I chuckle. A snort actually bursts out of me as I drop my head, shaking it in sheer baffled amusement.
Sounds about right.
“How’d he escape the tombs?” Kent barks into his walkie.
“The lock was broken from the outside,” Hector mumbles.
I nod.Probably Felix. Or Joy, or Kemper… Really any of them.
“He took out Johansson and Hassan,” he adds nervously.
I cackle out loud and clap. “There we go!” They jump. “Nowit’s a party.” Aiming a seething glare at the shadows of them, I hiss, “Find my prisoners. Find The Carver… Findsomeone, right the fuck now, or I will breakyourgoddamn kneecaps myself too.”
Kent and Paulino are scurrying off to the sound of a nearby helicopter. They look bewildered, because Ithoughtthey said the helicopter was parked on the roof.
Either it’s leaving already, or there’s asecondgoddamn helicopter…
My muscles are tight as I rush up the staircase to my floor. The rage in me is so thick that I’m just… numb.
