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She’s smart and resilient. If anyone can talk their way out of the gruesome clutches of Vincent Leoni, it’s her. But I can’t stop picturing her sweet smile. Quirky giggle. The smell of her sugary skin. Her moans…fuck, everything about her. Everything is going to be okay. She’s going to be okay. I’m going to find her and spank the shit out of her. Then, I’m going to take her home and fuck her until she knows never to disobey me again. I need to see her again. My heart springs against my chest, beating in panicked waves. My phone buzzes. A text from Jake pops up.
Jake: Unit is ten minutes out. Wait for them.
That’s ten minutes too long. Addy doesn’t have that. I need to get my shit together. I’m no good to her if I storm in there without a clear head. I push down the doubt, evaporating my fear, and go into cop mode. I heighten all my senses. The landing is pitch black as I pull in. I park down the deserted street, jump out, and jog the remainder of the way. The port is huge. It could take forever to find her. I slow down and rest against a shipping container, pulling up my app. Addy’s location pings just up ahead. I survey the area and the direction she’s located. She’s toward the water. Fuck, she’s on the barge.
I take off in a sprint, zigzagging between containers. When I almost reach the barge, I’m stopped by voices.
Chino.
“I don’t give a fuck. Just roll the barrels on. We gotta go. I’m gonna take a piss.” He walks off into the dark, and I follow. He’s about to pull his cock out when he’s alerted to my presence.
“Don’t fuckin’ move, motherfucker.”
Chino snickers cruelly. “Was wondering when Prince Charming would make his appearance.”
“Drop your weapon.”
“Wow, sounds like a true pig. Looks like the rumors are true—”
I take the butt of my gun and bash it into his skull. “I’m not gonna ask again, you piece of shit.” He grunts, dropping his gun, and I kick it away. “Where’s Addy?”
“You’re a little too late, Romeo.” His evil laugh sickens me, and I hit him again. “Not the news you wanted to hear? How about she was a good girl all the way up ’til the end. Didn’t scream once while I tore up that pussy. I see now why everyone got a hard-on for her.” I kick out his feet, and he falls to the ground. I topple over him and take my fist to his face, over and over, destroying everything I can. I don’t stop until the images of his disgusting words fade. The problem is, they don’t.
“Where the fuck is she?”
“Why, you into dead chicks? Gonna get one last fuck in—”
His words echo in my ear, mingling with the soft sound of her laughter. Her beautiful smile. Her fearless heart. Dead. Dead. Dead. My ability to think logically becomes moot. I shove the barrel of my gun against his head and pull the trigger.
I suck in a tattered breath until my mind clears, and I snap out of my manic haze. The gunshot will have alerted someone. Squashing the emotions threatening to be my own death warrant, I need to be on the move. I refuse to leave her here. No matter what I find.
A single, bright docking light flashes toward the water. They’re getting ready to depart.
Adrenaline courses through my veins as I take off running for the dock. A thin layer of sweat coats the nape of my neck, and I force my breathing to keep a steady pace. My calves start to burn, but I push myself harder. Only a few yards to go and the barge begins to pull away from the dock.
My shoes pound heavily on the ground. I hit the end of the dock and jump without second guessing the distance between.
My foot slams over the ledge by less than an inch, avoiding plunging into the lake. I fall forward and roll onto my side, grunting as my shoulder slams into the hard deck. Hurling myself up against a container, I retrieve my gun as two shadows walk past. The tracker indicates Addy has to be no more than four or five containers ahead. I take off, heading toward the other side of the container.
Four containers.
Three containers.
I’m nearing the last one when a man walks between two containers in front of me. Before he’s able to turn around, I wrap my arm around his throat and tighten my grip, cutting off his air supply. When he stops struggling, his limp body falls to the ground, and I’m on the move again.
Two containers.
Fear of the unknown takes over. What’s on the other side of the door? What has she truly endured? I stroke my hand over my aching chest. Fuck, I can’t do it. The thought of her not being alive slices through me, and I’m incapacitated by the panic of what I’ve done. Her death will be on me. My hands run down my face, guilt seeping deeper into my soul. I should have done things differently. Told her how amazing I thought she was. All the times I stayed awake and watched her sleep, wishing we’d met on different terms. Took her out on a real date. Allowed her to meet the real me—not this disgusting façade of a man she thinks I am. I should have told her she wasn’t the only one falling hard.
