Instead, she moved to the windows, watching for security squads to roll up.
Dom shook her head. “This isn’t like the others.”
“What?” Leo growled, trying to contain the anger. I knew she was debating whether she could take all of his security, wait in this apartment until Gabriel returned and destroy him right here.
“Isaac keeps evidence of what his clients do. A little blackmail goes a long way. But these…” Through gritted teeth, Dom made herself finish. “They’re trophies.Histrophies.”
And then I saw it: Gabe’s smirking face, heard that hyena laugh. The same one I’d heard every time he managed to humiliate me. All part of his sick game.
They weren’t just women. Some of them were far younger.
“Sick fuck.” Leo roared behind me, her anger bubbling over.
I felt like my heart might beat out of my chest. My ex boyfriend was a child sex trafficker, and he’d been doing it right under my nose. There was no stopping the vomit that rose in my stomach, ripping through my throat.
But there was enough time to aim it at his all-too-expensive couch.
From the windows, Spencer peeled off the frame. “SUVs. Security is here, we gotta move. Now.”
64
KIERA
What we’d just discovered broughtmy world to a screeching halt. But at the sight of security downstairs, my captors erupted into a blur of motion.
Dom shoved the hard drives into Spencer’s duffel and the gun into the back of her waistband.
Looking into Spencer’s duffel, Dom’s brow furrowed as she saw the piles of cash. “What are you?—?”
“You can’t give me money, but this asshole can.” Spencer shot back.
Leo ran over to me, rubbing my back as a second wave of vomit forced its way past my lips. “Hey, Princess, you okay?”
Pulling in ragged breaths, I wiped away the bile with the back of my hand before smearing it across one of Gabe’s curtains. “Better now.”
I could hear Dom and Spencer knocking over a few more pieces of furniture — as much an attempt to obscure what we were looking for as a way to vent their frustrations, I’d guess.
But then, Dom’s voice boomed from the doorway with lethal gravity. “Move.”
As she slammed her palm against the doorway, we took off running, acutely aware that our escape route was narrowing.
Leading the charge as Dom finished up in the apartment, Leo nodded to the end of the hallway. “Stairs.”
I gasped, sprinting after her. “But the elev?—”
“Elevators will be swarmed with security, if they’re not already shut down.” She didn’t explain further before lowering her shoulder into the stairwell door, bursting it open. As they ran, Leo and Spencer both pulled out guns I didn’t realize they’d been carrying, casing the staircase like they were fucking Navy Seals.
They fucking run like it.
Try as I might to keep up with my fit bikers, there was only so much my body could take. And while they had the athleticism of Olympians, I could feel my joints threatening to slip with each bound, shocks of pain ripping through my nerves like glass.
“Guys—” I called out as they started to slip from sight.
But before I even cleared the stairwell door, the elevator dinged open, unleashing a bull of a security guard into the hallway. “Get back here!”
“GUYS!” I shrieked, willing my legs to move faster despite the pain.
But one graze of his fingers against my shoulder was enough to throw me off-balance, forcing my ankle to buckle beneath me.
