AllFreeNovel
Share Us
In those last few seconds before the sweet release of darkness took over, I whispered their names more than once, certain they’d find me.
Certain they’d love me.
Certain we’d…
Foxx
I would fucking kill the bastard who’d touched her. The bloody handprint remained on the door, my mind spinning with what happened. The table in the galley had been knocked over, chairs as well. A fight had broken out.
“Why the fuck did you leave her here?” I demanded of Jack, taking out my anger on him.
Him instead of the person responsible for hurting her.
“Fuck you. It was either lose the entire goddamn rig or take her with me. I thought she’d be safe here,” he growled.
My response?
The dumb fucker in me, the one who reacted without thinking did just that, punching Jack brutally in the nose. While he was pitched backward, he came at me with every ounce of anger I felt, issuing two hard jabs before I could respond.
“Fucking stop it, you assholes!” Hudson threw himself in the middle of us, pitching out his arms as if that would stop us from killing each other. “We can’t do this. You fuckers can’t do this. We need to find her fast. She’s in danger. We’re all in fucking danger.”
I threw back my head, planting my hands on my hips. “We have two men dead, two men seriously injured, and our baby is missing. We have no fucking weapons, not one. I’m a goddamn sharpshooter and I can’t fix this.”
“We will find her. Come on. We need to fan out. Now,” Jack growled as he rubbed his nose, glaring at me. “We’re not going to stop until we find her. Period. She belongs to us. Now, we gotta think. Someone either wants her dead or taken off the ship.”
“What about the fucking water on the lower decks. The waves are coming in,” Hudson said.
I glanced at Jack, nodding. “We need to search every goddamn room. If they locked her in one of the submersible ones, she’d drown.”
Jack’s eyes opened wide. “Then we get going.”
As soon as we headed out, Cormac came running toward us once again, Rory following him. There were flashlights in their hands. “There’s a fucking boat. A goddamn boat is about to take off.” Cormac’s bellow was almost drowned out by the wind.
“Where?” Jack growled.
“We need to get down to the lower deck.” Cormac didn’t wait to see if we were following, sprinting toward the bank of steel stairs.
The rest of us followed, taking the steps two at a time. When we were close, I noticed the lights off one side of the rig. Water was lapping across the deck, the rain making everything appear distorted.
As soon as I jumped onto the surface of the steel deck, I was forced to wipe water from my eyes, the torrential rain and wind trying to push us away from the railing surrounding the entire deck of the rig.
“There they are,” Jack called, lumbering toward the boat.
All five of us headed toward it, both Cormac and Rory shining their flashlights on the boat. The turbulent waters were tossing the smaller craft around, but the light didn’t tell any lies.
“They have Rylee.” Hudson’s voice was filled with rage just like the way I felt.
“Do you have any ropes?” I threw at Cormac.
“What are you thinking about doing?”
“Getting her back. I just need to make certain we can get back on this rig.” I glared at him and he shook his head.
“It’s a death warrant in this weather,” he countered.
“We don’t give a shit,” Jack hissed. “We are getting her back.”
“It can be done,” Rory stated. “But you gotta go now. If they get any distance away, you won’t be able to stop them.”
