“Forever, yeah.” I nodded my head firmly. “If she will have me, anyway. Now let’s go get her back.”
“Do you want to share the plan?” Already off his bike, Hawk cracked his knuckles.
“Yeah — we get in any way we can. Hell, break down the door if we need to, whatever it takes to get her back.”
Hawk grinned. “And what do you want us to do with Caleb?”
I turned to him with a grin. “He’s mine. No one touches him.”
This time, Duke groaned. “You’re always spoiling my fun, brother, but I respect that. Let’s go.”
We made our way into the building, pushing through the old wooden framed doors. Half of me expected to be greeted bysome kind of security. At the very least a concierge of some sort seemed likely, but the foyer was empty.
“What floor?”
“Fifth.” Someone said from behind me. Prospect. I didn’t know the prospect’s name, but I needed to. The kid rode well, and he seemed level-headed. He kind of reminded me of myself once upon a time.
“Stairs or lift?” Duke laughed.
“Lift,” Domino answered quickly, and added when Hawk nodded. “My knees won’t take all those stairs.”
We all laughed as we piled inside, but it wasn’t lost in me how absurd this was. We were heading to a mob boss’s home to rescue a woman he had taken, and we were all looking forward to the violence that was about to happen, but we were taking the elevator to do it.
Crazy.
It took less than thirty seconds for us to reach the floor and only a few seconds longer to reach the door.
Slightly in front of me, Domino paused. His eyes arched up in shock. “The door’s open,” he hissed.
Peering over his shoulder, I could see it was, but I could also now hear what was going on inside.
The loud, guttural grunting sounds were wet and sloppy.
Bile rose up my throat. There were only two things that made a man sound like that. And neither of them were good for Chloe.
Shoulder barging Domino, I pushed my way into the lavish apartment. Only it wasn’t lavish. Maybe once upon a time it had been, but not anymore. It was dirty and cluttered. And there was proof of Caleb’s insanity all over the walls. My nose wrinkled as the smell of shit hit me.
A small cry caught my attention, and it was enough to make my feet rush forward. Speeding through the corridor, I followed the sound of Chloe’s cries.
The grunts were louder now, and each one of them was like a knife being plunged into my gut.
Kicking open the door, I froze.
This room, which was clearly a bedroom, was different from the rest of the flat. It was clean and tidy, and had clearly been recently decorated in tasteful white and blue. I took it all in quickly before my eyes found the one thing that was out of place.
A flash of red on the bed.
My eyes narrowed in on it and the moment I saw what it was, I wished I could close my eyes and never see it. It was a sight that would be forever burned into my brain.
Chloe, in a red negligee, was on her back. Her face was barely recognisable because it was so busted up. Blood stained under her nose and mouth. The right side of her face was mottled with black and blue bruises, and the hair on the back of her head seemed to be matted.
I could clearly see her breasts through the lace, but it was to her stomach and legs that my eyes couldn’t look away from. The blood on them, the bruises.
Half covering her was a naked middle-aged man. And he was perfectly still but grunting.
Leaping forward, I roared. Grabbing him by the shoulder, I pulled him backwards. He fell to the side. His chest was heaving and his eyes were wide and terrified.
“I’m going to kill you. I’m going—”
