I reached through the broken glass and pulled him out by his hair, his body snagging halfway through. He howled in pain, and I jammed my gun in his temple, letting him lie half in and half out of the car.
“Where is he?” I demanded.
“Gone,” he rasped and pointed a shaking finger in the direction the white van had gone. “You’re too late.” He started to laugh, the mocking sound echoing through the empty garage. “He’s ours now.”
Fury and fear clashed inside me like opposing storms. This was exactly what I worried would happen. He was exactly who I didn’t want to risk. And now he was taken from right beneath my nose.
The humanity I guarded so closely, the very thing that kept me on this side of brutality, snapped like a worn-thin rope. “What did you just say?”
He stopped laughing and looked up, his face betraying the fear taking over.
Grabbing him by the neck, I hauled him the rest of the way out of the windshield and onto the hood, his pain-filled screams music to my ears. Squatting beside him, I askedagain, “What. Did. You. Just. Say?”
He looked like he might not reply, so I shoved the butt of my gun right beside his eye.
“H-he’s ours n-now,” he rasped.
He yelped when I yanked him up, jerking him close so he could feel the aggression in my every breath.
“Absolutely fucking not,” I growled and sent him airborne, tossing his pathetic excuse for a body off the car and watching it slam into the pavement.
Groaning, he got up to run, but Kieran was there, blocking his path with a look of contempt.
I jumped off the car and stalked forward. “Where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
I spun him around and caught his cheek with a right hook. He fell to one knee, and I kicked him while he was down. “Give me the address.”
“They’ll kill me!” he howled.
I grabbed him up by his ugly brown coat. “I’ll kill you.”
“Then I guess I’ll see your boyfriend in hell when I get there.”
I glanced over at Kieran who shook his head. “Can’t fix stupid.”
“You’re going to wish you’d just answered the fucking question,” I intoned and slammed the butt of my gun into his temple.
He landed in a heap on the pavement.
“He gets up, shoot him.”
Kieran pulled out his gun.
I went to the still-running car and glanced inside. The only thing in there was a big silver flask. I grabbed it and stalked back over, pulling him up. “Where’d they take him?”
He groaned like he was only half conscious.
Using my teeth, I yanked the lid off the flask and splashed some of the liquid over his face. By the smell of it, it was vodka.
I’m sure it burned in the cuts and scrapes decorating his face, and he jolted up.
“Give me the address.”
“Fuck you,” he wheezed.
I tossed him into the side of his wrecked car. He dropped onto the broken glass and then had the audacity to get up like he was going to run, so I shot him in the knee.
