I snicker.
My hell is within the pits of it all, an endless abyss that will make all this look like a fucking waltz.
Greg comes up beside me. “There’s a camera on the entrance. We shoot that out, it’s gonna raise the alarm.”
The muscles in my jaw flex as I slam to a halt. “Gina, the camera,” I murmur, waiting for her response as my gaze travels along the archway of the tunnel entrance. It’s big enough to allow trucks to travel through seamlessly.
The once bleached stone is weathered as the spray from the sea batters at one side of the underground passageway, moss eating away at the crevasses. It looks old as shit, and the Omnia are over a hundred years old. They’ve likely been using this the entire time.
A camera is something I anticipated, but the length of that tunnel isn’t something we can accurately calculate. If it’s the seven miles from the distance of where the house is, I could make it in under an hour if I didn’t have the tactical gear weighing me down.
Running for the woman I love?
I’d break a world record.
Regina’s silence grows until she delivers a blow. “I can’t get in, Saint. It’s completely blocked.”
A huff of hot air leaves me.
I need to make a decision.
One that could potentially cost me, but the longer I stand here, the more that’s a guarantee.
Regina’s voice pitches through my earpiece again. “Dawson’s guys located the tunnels. Both of them are headed in.”
I don’t believe in an almighty power. If anything, I only believe in a darker force, and it clearly saw the devil was in need of a helping hand. “Shoot it out, Greg.”
His gun’s scope is at his eye within a second, firing one bullet into the camera’s watchful gaze, shattering the glass.
I move like lightning, footsteps thundering downwards until we reach the entrance. The archway looms above us. There’s faint lights dotted every few hundred feet but after that, it’s eventually swallowed by the darkness.
“We’re going in, Gina. Might get blocked out,” I say, tugging my gun around on the strap, hands white-knuckling around it.
The earpiece crackles. “Get her back, Saint. Please.”
Greg and Holly follow me, slowly edging forward as they check the route. My body screams to run in headfirst, keep fucking running until I get her.
She’s so close I can feel her, my heartbeat roaring in my ears.
I don’t know how much time passes, but it already feels like I’ve been in this fucking passageway for hours, Holly and Greg having us stopping to drop some explosives they brought with us. Once we get Indie out of here, we’re collapsing this fucking tunnel and the house.
The archway behind us has shrunk in size with how far we’ve moved through. There could be a fucking battle going on above us, and we wouldn’t even know.
If my people get to her first, they know to destroy the place. Grab her, kill the vermin and keep the ones we’re interested in.The orders are non-negotiable. I already lost Indie once. I don’t know how I survived six years without her.
Twenty-four hours is ripping me apart layer by fucking layer.
None of us speak a word as we pace through; any loud sound just travels right down to the end, and we have no idea what could really be waiting for us.
Some of the overhead lights are out. Water gathers in puddles as potholes have formed, the heavy thuds of water dripping into it from above us.
Greg stops dead in his tracks, throwing his arm across my chest to stop, and I do the same to Holly.
I don’t even breathe. He’s trained to hear the slightest bit of unfamiliar noise.
Me?
All I can hear is my pulse roaring, the bones of the Montgomerys snapping in my ears like twigs.
