Cam paced fourteen steps this time. He must have miscounted or his strides got longer.
Baghouse got back on the line. “He’s out of his fuckin’ mind. What do we know?”
Cam breathed through his nose. “Nothing much. Waiting for Jazz to find something. Denny’s at the spa last I heard. Cicely and Rodrigo are still in surgery. I’m walking a fucking groove into this floor.”
“Who the hell is Rodrigo?”
“Sabrina’s stepbrother.” Fifteen steps. “I don’t know how to contact Raquel.”
“Don’t bother. That bitch will turn up eventually if there’s money to be had. She’s like a spider, just waiting for a strand of her web to jiggle.”
Sixteen steps this time.
“What the fuck is happening?” Scrap shouted in the background.
Cam paused his pacing once more. He had no answers. Helplessness lodged deep in his gut, and he was ready to start screaming himself. The need to punch something hard until it broke into smaller and smaller pieces rose inside him. Right now he could hammer raw, cold steel and it wouldn’t faze him.
Sabrina, where are you?
His phone buzzed, and Wolf’s name appeared. Cam’s heart started racing. “Hold on, Wolf’s calling.” Before Baghouse said anything, Cam switched over. “Yeah?”
“Jazz got a hit. You’re not gonna believe this.”
The pounding organ in his chest leaped to his throat when Wolf told him the location. He was on the other side of town. “If he’s hurt her….”
“I got it, brother. We’re almost there. Just so you know, we’re not waiting for you, so get your ass here pronto.”
Cam hung up and ran from the waiting room.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
“You son of a bitch! Fucking asshole!”
Sabrina fought the bonds, cussing and screaming as Specs methodically cut the clothes from her body. No way would she make it easier for him to rape her. Her movements meant that the knife occasionally made contact with her skin, leaving red streaks behind.
“Cocksucker!”
He backhanded her across her face, and she saw stars as her head whipped to the side.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch!”
She spat blood out. “You get your jollies from abusing women? Is that how you get off?”
“I said shut up!” Foam splattered from his mouth, hitting her cheeks.
Ugh, gross!“No!”
“Just cut her throat and be done with it,” Billy groaned from the couch. “I need another pill.”
“I just gave you one,” Specs snapped at him. “That was the last of them.”
“I need it!”
“Fuck off!” Specs picked up something else and threw it at his brother. Sabrina couldn’t tell what it was, but apparently it hurt, as Billy yelped.
She stilled for a moment as the two men squabbled. The longer they argued and the longer she held out, perhaps there was a chance Cam or one of the Knights would find her beforeithappened. She’d screamed about how she was being raped, but in a place like this, no one paid any attention. Maybe she should start yelling “fire” or “police” or something more meaningful. When she opened her mouth to shout again, he punched her in the face several times.
