There are chickens and goats roaming the property, and the grounds are completely overgrown. If I was a douchebag drug smuggler, this is exactly where I would live.
I yank on the black leather gloves covering my hands, the ones with the brass knuckles sewn right into them.
“Ready?” Jett asks as he opens the car door.
“To break someone’s face? Hell yeah.”
“Hey,” he puts a hand on my chest. “Don’t kill him before he talks.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“We’re going to get her back.” I know what Jett is trying to do. He’s trying to appease me so I can focus, but I’ve never been more focused in my life.
“In what condition?” I mutter rhetorically. I’ve run through every horrific scenario possible. Beaten, raped, drugged, sold, killed. There isn’t one thing I’ve left out.
“You knock on the front door. I’ll go around back. Maybe we can snuff him out.”
“I know the drill.”
“Glad to hear. Now get the fuck out of the car.”
I walk up the front path overgrown with weeds as Jett makes his way to the side of the house. He clucks to get my attention right before I knock on the door.
“Car,” he mouths. It must be hidden in the back.
I nod, then bang on the door. “Anyone home?” I yell. “I seem to be lost. And my GPS isn’t working out here.” I try to sound like a tourist. “Hello?” I bang again.
A second later the door jerks open to a very large Hawaiian woman in a Muu Muu dress and flower in her hair. She takes one look at me in my skintight black shirt, cargo pants, and gun holster and knows I’m no tourist. She tries to slam the door in my face, but I stop her with my hand.
“Where’s Pilipo?”
“Never heard of him.”
“Bullshit.”
“Kayne!” I hear Jett yell. “Coming around!”
I turn my head just in time to see someone disappearing into the woods. Perfect, a chase. It’s exactly what I need. My heart starts to punch through my chest as I book it across the front lawn and into the thick greenery. I can see his shaved head and tattooed arms fighting against the dense branches as I track him like an animal.I’m going to tear you apartis all I can think as adrenaline courses through my veins.
Just as I come up behind Pilipo, Jett barrels into him from the left side. They both hit the ground hard, rolling down a small hill. The medium-sized man ends up on top giving him the upper hand. He lands a hard blow across Jett’s face, causing him to spit blood.
A second later, I yank the piece of shit up and return the favor, smashing his nose.
“Where is she?” I bark.
“Who?” he screams back wiping blood from his face.
“The girl you took this morning.” I knee him in the stomach.
He keels over. “I don’t know nothing about any girl.” He looks up at me, and I immediately know he’s lying.
“Wanna try that answer again?” I kick him in the face, and he hits the ground hard.
“I don’t know shit.” He splutters, his mouth foaming with saliva and blood.
I glance at Jett. He’s standing on the opposite side of Pilipo. “I think he needs some incentive to talk.”
He looks up at me with blood stained teeth. “I couldn’t agree more.” Jett hauls Pilipo up and locks him in a full nelson. Arms subdued over his head.
