I found a side door and quietly let myself in. Fox was waiting just inside. A man I assumed was Vince's bodyguard, dead in a pool of blood at his feet. I stepped over the body without a second glance. All I could think about was finding Jasmine.
We moved through the warehouse, quick and silent searching for Jasmine.
I heard voices, and Fox held up a hand.
"You're going to make me a cool million. I bet you never thought your black ass was worth that much."
A level of rage I didn't know I was capable of feeling flooded my senses. I took a breath. I couldn’t let it blind me. I couldn’t get sloppy, not when Jasmine’s life was on the line.I moved towards the voices, my gun in my hand. I rounded the corner and kicked open the door.
I saw Jasmine, her feet bound, lift her legs, and kick Vince square in the chest as he loomed over her. “Fuck you," she screamed at him.
A surge of lust and pride cut through my rage. My girl was a fighter. As he lurched back, I put a bullet in his shoulder.
"Fuck!" He screamed, clutching his shoulder and falling to his knees.
"Jasmine."
She looked up at me. "Wolf."
I rushed over to her. Fox kept his gun trained on Vince, as me moved into the room.
I saw the bruises on her neck. Nobody was ever going to touch her lovely throat again but me. "Are you okay?" I asked, pulling my knife out and cutting the zip ties on her feet, her hands were already free.
"I'm fine. I knew you’d come.”
I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight. "I'm so glad I found you."
"Of course you did." She said with an absolute trust that, I would never let her down.
"You bitch, you're going to die. You and your fucking boyfriend." Vince snarled, still clutching his shoulder.
"You're fucking dead." She glared at Vince as I helped her to her feet. "Isn't he?" She said, looking up at me with a devilish grin that made my cock start to harden.
"Absolutely."
"You don't know who you're fucking with?"
"Yes, I do. Vincent DeLuca, son of Salvatore DeLuca, and for some reason, you think that's going to save you?" I chuckled at his stupidity.
"My father-"
"Will be dead by morning." Fox cut him off., "If I hadn't been interrupted he'd be dying right about now."
I saw the fear in DeLuca's eyes he knew he was going to die. "You're lying." Fox reached into his pocket of his jacket and tossed a severed finger onto the floor in front of Vince. It was still wearing a signet ring with the letter D."
Vince reached for his gun.
I put a bullet in his hand, and he screamed in pain. "That's for the bruises on her neck."
"She's nothing but a whore." He screamed through his teeth.
Jasmine kicked him in the face and Vince fell back.
"Say it again, and I'll cut out your tongue," I looked over at Jasmine.
"He called me a bitch, too." She gives him a vicious kick to the ribs.
I loved seeing her like this. It showed me how dangerous she could be if she was ever pushed hard enough.