Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
So that was where his loyalty was.
Not to his blood.
But the man who kidnapped and kept his sister prisoner for years.
The sick fuck.
“Yo?” I answered on Nino’s first ring.
“Get your ass on the road. They just picked up the brother from a bar a couple blocks away from the hotel we’ve been staying at.”
“Nicky?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Who picked him up?” I asked, already running down the hallway of the apartment building.
“Two of Colin’s favorite enforcers.”
“Fuck. Goddamnit.”
“My thinking is… they’re going to bring him to his sister, right? If Colin found us out, he knows that he will hurt each of them worst by hurting the other one where they can see.”
“Yeah. That tracks. Point me in a direction.”
With that, Nino followed them, and I rushed to catch up with Nino.
“They’re taking him into the building,” Nino said in my ear as I climbed out of my car and went to the trunk to grab a gun. “I can’t see shit. But there is another car here. And light on what looks like the third floor. You know what this building is, right?” he asked as I looked around, trying to find a building around that had the right angle and height.
We needed to see in.
It was too risky to go in blind.
“Yeah, I know what building it is,” I said as I ran around my chosen building to get inside and go up the stairs.
It was one of the two buildings Colin owned where bad shit happened to people who were probably innocent of everything but pissing him off.
“I’m going to go in,” Nino said, voice low. “Just in case.”
“Yeah. Good. Keep your earpiece in. I will tell you what I see as soon as I get into place,” I told him as I busted the lock to the roof, then moved out onto it, keeping low in case anyone was looking out the windows.
Taking a couple slow, deep breaths, I moved to the edge of the roof, setting up my gun stand, then quickly mounting my gun with one of my best scopes.
Was it overkill for the job?
Sure.
But there wasn’t any room for error on this.
“Okay. I see the enforcers bringing in Nicky,” I told Nino, and relaying it out loud was helping me focus past the panic coursing through my system, frantic and unfamiliar, but undeniable.
My gaze moved across the room, finding the other brother, Lucas.
Then, finally, there she was.
Cammie.
Zip tied to a chair with bruises and blood on her face.
If Colin wasn’t around, that meant she’d most likely gotten that damage from her own damn brother.
“Eyes on Cammie,” I said. “Strapped to a chair.”
I watched as some words were spoken, and then Nicky was rushing toward his sister, trying to use himself as a shield.
At least she had one loyal family member.
But he took a pistol whip to the face, sending him down on his knees.
That was it.
My shots were clear.
Cammie and Nicky were as safe as they possibly could be from catching a bullet.
“I’m taking the shots,” I said, taking a breath, releasing it, and taking out the first enforcer, then the second.
Nicky threw himself over his sister and Cammie murmured something at him, suddenly seeming very calm.
Because, I hoped, she knew it was me. That I was there to save her.
Maybe I should have thought it through, or left the decision up to her, but I didn’t.
I took the shot.
I put down the dog that was her brother.
And as soon as his body slammed to the ground, Cammie’s head whipped to the side, her gaze going right to me through the window.
Like it had years before.
But this time, instead of horror, I saw something that had my heart swelling up in my chest.
“You gonna get in here to save the girl or what?” Nino asked.
I was already running.
I didn’t even take my shit. Which was a risky move, but I didn’t give a fuck. All I could think about was getting to her, telling her she was safe, that she never had to worry again.
“I’ll get your shit,” Nino said, making his way down the steps as I ran up.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, pushing myself faster until I broke into the room, rushing past the bodies I’d created.
That was when Cammie’s head shifted, and her gaze fell on me.
There was a second of pure, undiluted relief before tears flooded her eyes and her lower lip trembled.
“Who the fuck are you?” Nicky asked, jumping to his feet, moving to stand in front of his sister.
I watched as his gaze slipped to his brother, to the gun a foot or so from his dead hand.
“It’s okay. He’s okay,” Cammie said.
“You’re alright,” I said, making my way toward her as Nicky watched with tense shoulders. “I’ll get you out of here. One second,” I told her, reaching for my pocket knife, and cutting her ankles free, then her hands. “Okay. Come here, baby. You’re alright.”