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“Yes.” I cross my arms and stare at the door at the far end of the warehouse where the buyers were instructed to collect their purchases.
“Well, who is it?” Enzo asks.
“It’s Rose.”
The blond man cocks his head as he thinks back. “Rose? That’s the girl from the club on your birthday, right? The one you ran around Miami looking for?”
I nod solemnly. “That’s the one.”
Enzo curses. “How the hell did she get caught up in a human trafficking ring?”
“That’s what I would like to find out.”
He steps around the front of the car. “So what’s the plan here? Did you buy her, or are we raiding the auction?”
“Neither.”
Enzo shares a look with Raphael. I ignore them, monitoring the door instead.
After a long moment, Enzo ventures, “Do you have a plan?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, Mr. One Syllable.” My friend’s sarcasm isn’t hard to miss. “Would you like to share it with the rest of the class?”
That earns him a quick glare before I resume my watch. “Any moment, the bastard who bought her will walk out, collect Rose at the back door, get in his car, and then leave. When he does, we follow him and rescue her.”
Enzo grunts. “Oh. Is that all?”
“We’ve done more with less,” Raphael points out.
“A dozen things can go wrong,” Enzo fires back. “The plan is too vague. We haven’t thought this through.”
“Enough,” I snap, sparing a quick look at my friend with enough venom behind it that he lowers his gaze in response before I return my attention to the building. Finally, the door opens, and the fat fuck appears. “There he is.”
Rage consumes me like the licks of hell’s fire have arrived to reclaim my demons and drag my dark soul back down with them. I haven’t felt this kind of anger since my diagnosis last year. And the result then was a rampage the likes our city has never seen, resulting in the start of our war with the Triads.
The short man gestures for his car to be brought around as he waits at the back door to receive Rose. A moment later, the door flies open, and Rose is dragged out, kicking and screaming, the handcuffs doing nothing to stop her from putting up a strong fight. She cries out in pain when one man grabs her hair, yanking her head back hard enough to cause whiplash, and I see red.
Without a second thought, I grab Enzo’s gun holstered on his hip and cock the chamber back with a bullet. My only goal is to empty the entire clip into the bastard’s body.
“Shit!” Enzo shouts, reaching for me. “He’s got my gun.”
I smack his hand away and take another two steps before he catches me around my waist. On any other day, my friend is a worthy sparring partner. But right now? Right now, my demons are in control, and Enzo is no match for the strength they bring to my body.
“A little help?” He grunts, struggling to hold me back.
Raphael steps directly in front of me, the only man who is not afraid to do so right then. The only man capable of calming my demons down when they break free to the surface. In the dark days following the news of my infertility, only Raphael could talk me off the cliff I often found myself on. Because if anyone understands how I felt, it’s my twin.
“You need to stop.” He sets his hands on my shoulders and leans forward until he’s right in my face. He blocks my view of Rose, and I growl at him, trying to peer around his annoying face. “And we need to go. Now. We’re drawing attention.” His eyes flick over my shoulder at the guards stationed outside the warehouse. He swings his gaze back at me. “Take a breath and get your shit under control so we can go rescue your girl. You hear me, brother?”
Slowly, the dark recedes, and I do as he commands. Only when I finally concede with a nod, letting him know I’m back in control, does Enzo release me and step back, taking his gun back when he does. Over Raphael’s shoulder, I watch as Rose is shoved into the car, and the fat bastard follows her.
“They’re on the move. Time to go,” Enzo directs. He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I rip off my mask the moment we’re clear of the warehouse. The others follow suit. There’s no point keeping our identities a secret anymore because once we catch up to the vehicle carrying Rose, no survivors will be left besides her.
“We don’t have a lot of time to intercept their car,” Enzo warns. “Once they hit the freeway, there’s no telling their destination.”
