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“Consider it handled.”

“Men?”

“I’m on it,” Aldo said, walking away with his phone to his ear.

“I’ll get on the equipment,” Niall muttered. “We’re going to need a lot of explosives.”

Roman held up his hand. “I’ve got a guy.”

For the first time in days, I smiled. “Of course you do.”

“We need supplies. Vans to move the victims. Blankets. A place to take them for medical attention.”

Roman smirked at me. “Good thing your hotel was built with a private parking lot underneath and an elevator, isn’t it? We can set up a makeshift hospital.”

“Yes. I’ll get the floors cleared and the public elevator locked off.”

Luca glanced up. “Others will help. We have enough men to make sure this goes off without a hitch. We’re not the only ones sickened by human trafficking. Kidnapping and forced labor.”

He sighed. “We’ll find the victims all a safe place or get them back home, if that’s what they want.” He scrubbed his eyes. “From the heat sources, we figure about twenty people, plus the women. We can handle that. More, if needed.”

“Good. Whatever we need to do.”

The room was busy for a while, one of us always stepping into the hall or in a corner to talk.

Finally, we looked at one another. “Everything is set. Men, plan, backup, vehicles, medical, weapons,” I stated.

“Auction is at ten p.m.”

“I have our guy planting small drones on the beams inside the barn. Should be done in the next couple of hours as long as that window is still open. No one will notice them, but we can have a visual. He’ll connect to the power outside and cut it on our signal. We go in, secure the women, and start taking out the bad guys.”

Aldo rolled his shoulders. “It’s been a while. It’s gonna feel good.”

He was right.

I faced them. “Lopez doesn’t come out alive. None of them do.”

Everyone nodded in accord.

Turning, I shut my eyes, inhaling deeply. I would have her back tomorrow, and I was never letting her out of my sight again.

I’m coming, Una. Hold on.

* * *

It was dark, the clouds cooperating and covering the moon. We watched in silence as people would appear and slip into the barn. Beside me, Niall would identify them as he got the intel in his earpiece.

“Boris and Olga,” he murmured. “The very worst of the worst. Husband and wife team known for their brutality.” He was quiet for a moment. “Jesus, these people are sick.”

There were eight of them in total. Plus guards. Lopez and Juan, in addition to a few others.

Aldo crackled in my ear. “First wave takes out the guards. Only four outside the barn. We’ve got others covering the tunnel exits we know of. All shoot to kill. The only ones safe are those of us with the green stripes our night goggles can pick up on. We’re the second wave. The third will move in and get people out, then the bombs get planted, and we’re done.”

I grunted in reply, shifting a little, making sure my bulletproof armor was in place.

“Everyone, protect the women—that is our highest priority,” Roman rumbled across the group.

Bright lights suddenly exploded in the darkness, spilling out from the higher-up windows and under the doors. The auction was about to start. My nerves tightened in anticipation, a rush of calmness tearing through me. The end goal was Una. I needed to concentrate on that. Nothing else.