Chapter
Seventeen
January 25th
2:47 A.M.
Voodoo snarled and knocked over the table, sending it crashing to the ground.
Nobody intervened, letting him have this moment, this tantrum, to let out his rage before it consumed him. Not sated for long after slicing the blade of his knife through burning man’s neck, it was now pulsing through his body with each beat of his heart. He felt it like it was a living being inside him, urging him to destroy everything in his path.
Even his teammates.
They weren't a threat, his brain registered that, they weren't even doing anything to prevent him from finding Indigo, his brain registered that, too, but they were there, and they had to be destroyed.
Everything had to be destroyed.
The entire world must be burned to the ground because it had stolen his girl from him.
“You’ve got this,” Dragon murmured, his voice low and soothing, not at all how Dragon usually sounded. Dragon was the angry one, theone who indulged his fury more than the rest of them. Now things had changed. Dragon had found a balm for that rage, had found a refuge in the storm that was their lives, had found the peace that eluded all of them for so long.
For that alone, Dragon should be punished.
It wasn't fair that Cassandra was safe back at their home. Dragon didn't have to worry about anyone experimenting on the woman he loved, didn't have to worry about anyone inflicting injuries on her that she wouldn't feel but could kill her, nonetheless.
“Don’t give in to it, Voodoo,” Steel ordered, his voice hard and unyielding, and Voodoo turned his red-coated vision on his team leader.
Steel had no right to order him to control himself when his girl was also safe and sound at home. Rose was safe, Cassandra was safe, Whitney was safe, the only one who wasn't safe was Indigo.
“I got them,” Lion suddenly announced, and Voodoo was legitimately sure that the announcement was the only reason he didn't fling himself at the members of his team, men he considered brothers, and do his best to tear them limb from limb.
This wasn't him.
He didn't give in to his rage.
But then again, he didn't live with the woman he loved in constant danger.
“Got them?” he growled, spinning around to find Lion standing in the doorway. After learning that Indigo had already been recaptured, Voodoo had killed burning man. Then they’d backtracked to the vehicle and driven back to the building where Indigo had been held and tortured in the hopes that Dr. Gardner might still be there.
Instead, they’d found the place empty. The metal table where Indigo had been bound and burned still sat in the middle of the room, abandoned, but was the scene of more of her suffering, nonetheless. He hadn't needed Dragon’s scent to know what had happened in that room. It was the only thing that made sense given that one of the rooms had the beginning of a lab being set up in it, and the other had a table and chairs.
Now Lion said he had a lead, and Voodoo prayed his friend was right, because he was dangerously close to losing his mind.
“They left in a hurry,” Lion explained, not bothering to mention the overturned table, or the fact that Voodoo had been seconds away from attacking his teammates. “So they didn't do a good clear out. They left behind a computer system. They thought they’d wiped it down, but they hadn't. I got access to their system, and another system just went online.”
“What does that mean?” Blade asked.
“It means that I can track their location,” Lion replied with a grin.
“Where are they?” Voodoo snarled, feeling in this moment very much more like an animal than a human killing machine Dr. Gardner had been attempting to create.
“About twenty miles away,” Lion replied.
Twenty miles.
May as well be a hundred. A thousand. A million.
If she wasn't with him, then Indigo was too far away.
