We make our way through to the house, and once inside, Diego, Cillian, and I make our way upstairs and find the primary suite.
Javier’s wife is nowhere to be found, but there’s a young woman sleeping in his bed.
Piece of shit.
I press the barrel of my gun to his forehead.
“Wake the fuck up.”
His eyes open, but he doesn’t move. The woman next to him starts to scream. She’s naked and has short hair, and when she turns her head, I see theXon the back of her neck.
“You motherfucker.”
He closes his eyes again, and I hear my brothers calling out in the comms that the rest of the house is secure.
They found twelve girls.
Twelve.
“Pretty sure he has a torture room in this place,” Cillian says. “Let’s find it.”
Forty-Six
VIOLET
“They’ve been gone a long time,” Rose says as she chews her lip. Her long red hair is back in a braid, and she’s wearing some leggings with a tank top, sitting on the couch. She has a bandage on the back of her neck where I covered up theXthat was there before.
I told her that we didn’t have to do it today, but she wanted it gone as soon as possible.
“Rose, what’s going on with you and Diego?”
Her brows pull together, and then she shrugs. “I don’t know. Probably nothing, but he saved me, and I feel the safest when he’s close by. Is he married?”
I slowly shake my head. “No. I’m pretty sure he’s single. But baby, youjustgot saved, and?—”
“I’m not being stupid,” she says. There’s no heat to her words, she mostly sounds defeated. “I know how I sound. Pathetic.”
“I didn’t say that, and I get it. Diego is handsome, and hedidsave you.”
Her eyes climb to mine. “You get it?”
“Sure. I’ve seen the man. And he’s also a good person, which I know sounds silly when describing men involved in organizedcrime, but I trust him. Mateo trusts him implicitly. But it’sso soon. You haven’t even been here for two days.”
“I’m not saying that I want to marry him or sleep with him or anything. He’s more like a security blanket.”
My shoulders relax. “Okay, I get that.”
“I think I’m probably broken anyway.”
“You’re not broken, you just have some healing to go through.”
She bites her lip again, and the door opens, and both Mateo and Diego walk through.
They’re not in the clothes they left in, and I can see the exhaustion, but I don’t care a bit when Mateo pulls me into his arms and hugs me close.
“I’m so sorry you had to do that,” I whisper to him.
“Me too. Fuck that sucked. He had more girls.Fuck.”
