Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“We need a plan,” Jax said, leaning forward and bracing his forearms on the table. “Abbie is our goal, but we need to take out as many buyers, guards, and sellers as we can while we’re there.”
I nodded in agreement. “Do not,” I snarled, jabbing my finger into the wooden table, “under any circumstance, abandon my fucking woman to get at a higher player. Understand?”
Konrad gripped my shoulder again, looking at me with a solemn expression. And I knew if anyone at that table understood the turmoil tearing my insides to shreds, it was him. “We won’t,” he promised me.
And just like that, Konrad and I were okay again, and I had a goal—an ending point to all this shit.
I would get Abbie back tomorrow night, or I’d fucking die trying.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Cameron
Jax was at my back, both of us waiting for Shaw to let us know it was safe to go into the building. I watched Anatoly’s men as they silently stalked through the door, faces masked, guns at the ready. It was like watching a SWAT team go in, but these men were deadlier. They didn’t give a fuck about right and wrong. Didn’t care about what was humane.
They only cared about the mission, which was to get the victims out alive.
To get Abbie out alive.
Konrad slipped in behind them, Shaw at his back. Arlo glanced at me from the other side of the door we were waiting at, Ace at his back. I clenched my jaw before rolling it around, my skin crawling with impatience. I wanted my hands on her. Wanted her in my arms, where I knew she was safe. Where I knew no one could ever touch her or take her from me again.
Gunshots exploded through the building and my earpiece. Ace flinched back from the noise, his lips screwed up in distaste. Arlo glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. When Ace gave him a single nod, letting him know he was still good, Arlo turned to watch the door again.
Screams echoed. Shouts rang out. “Fuck,” I heard Shaw snarl. “Now, GOAT,” Shaw said, calling me by my club name, which they’d given me as a sort of joke as the “Greatest of All Time” since I was the only one out of the six us to go to college. “Downstairs. Go down the third hall. Second room on the right. Just… brace yourself, brother.”
I swallowed thickly, my feet already moving as I slipped silently into the building, Jax right behind me. Arlo and Ace stayed where they were, Ace moving to the other side of the door so they could keep watch and take out anyone trying to escape who wasn’t a victim. Arlo and Ace were supposed to be ready when Jax and I came back with Abbie so we could get her to the clubhouse as quickly as possible… or a hospital if she really needed it.
I hoped like fuck she didn’t need a hospital.
The gunshots and screams were just about fucking deafening as they bounced off the walls of the building, echoing up from below us where the auctions were taking place. Jax and I quickly descended the stairs, coming to a small room. Five halls were off to my left, and two halls were on the right, all of them looking more like tunnels than actual hallways. I headed for the third one on the left, shooting one of the men running down the hall. He was wearing a white lab coat that quickly turned red as his blood spilled down from the large hole in the back of his head.
I quickly headed down the hall, keeping my eyes peeled for anyone else. Stepping over the man’s dead body, I headed for the second door, pushing it open.
No.
No. No. No.
“Abbie,” I rasped, slinging the strap of my rifle over my head so the gun could rest against my back. There was another woman in the room, but her throat was slit, blood running down her neck to the table, where it slowly dropped to the floor to meld into the puddle of red already there.
Rushing forward, I took in Abbie’s injuries. Her head was strapped to the table so she couldn’t move, but when her eyes landed on me, she sobbed, her face crumpling as tears rushed down her cheeks. Tears blurred my own eyes, but I forced them back.
I couldn’t cry. Not here. Not now. She needed me to be strong for her, and I needed to get her the fuck out of here.
Abbie was naked, bruises littering her skin. Dried blood flaked on the inside of her thighs, and her skin was melted into the number thirteen on her shoulder. My hands trembled as I began unbuckling the straps holding her to the table.
“Cameron…” she sobbed, her shoulders shaking.