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Thirty minutes and then I am going to hold you again, sweetheart.With every minute, I let rage simmer and consume me to the point the monster in me fucking roars in pleasure at the carnage I will unleash.
“We see it. Twenty men are on the deck, but we don’t know how many are inside.”
This isn’t enough to stop me from getting to her.
I channel all the despair, anger, and terror I’ve gathered into calmness—needing to concentrate and be lethal in my focus. I change into a wetsuit and wrap my chest in a bulletproof vest, strapping my favorite knife at my waist. I dive headfirst into the water and follow the direction of the boat.
When I surface, I toss the face mask aside and climb up the anchor chain. I heave myself over the side and land on the deck with a muffled thud. I duck, tiptoeing to the nearest guard, and slice his throat. His gurgled breath pumps me up. I pull him toward the wall and discard his gun overboard. My adrenaline is so high I feel invincible at the moment. Cameron throws his leg over the railing and hands me my gun and the silencer. We separate, and I drag in a lungful of air, raising the gun in my line of sight. I take four more men down. Cameron takes down three, but when one drops, bullets ring in the air, announcing our presence.
Suddenly, there’s gunfire everywhere, bullets whooshing past me like endless rain on a stormy night. One grazes my arm, but I turn around and empty three rounds into the guard, who stumbles back. I take him as a shield, firing until I reach the entrance. A groan leaves my mouth when a bullet pierces the same arm. I turn around and aim my knife at my attacker’schest. Cameron takes down two coming from the other side, and I bend to yank my knife from the now-dead man’s bleeding chest and reload my gun.
“Kieran, man,” Cameron says, worry in his voice. I shove his fear aside. It’s a bullet wound. It went straight through. It’s nothing compared to the days without Aurora.
I jerk my chin as a shadow falls on his left. The second the guy appears in my line of sight, I jerk the gun and fire straight between his eyes.
In my earpiece, someone says “The deck is clear.”
But nothing assures me, not until I’m holding her in my arms.
I look around at the blood painting the deck in rivulets of red.
The helicopter hovers above us, and Cato and Hayden come down on two ropes, landing on the deck.
“That was quick,” Cameron says. I don’t have to ask Cato if he found Chiara. His shoulders have finally dropped the constant edge of pressure and tension.
We step inside and two guys approach with rifles pointed at us.
“Fuck.”
We duck out and Hayden rolls a stun grenade. The sound is deafening as it explodes. As we get inside, we find the two guards writhing in pain. We quickly shoot them to eliminate the threat.
I make my way through the bodies, my knuckles bleeding from all the souls I delivered straight to hell, the smell of burnt steel rising in a perceptible fog. My arm twitches with the pain.
I’m coming, Aurora. Nothing will hold me back.
I duck into a small opening in the corridor. With the element of surprise on my side, I take more men down. I catch my reflection in a broken glass: a busted lip, a bloody temple. With two more men approaching, I get on my back, pretending to be dead next to the other bodies. A couple step over me, I slicethrough his calves and shoot the other man before he can even make a full turn.
“How many are there, man?”
“Keep going. You can bitch later,” I say to Cameron in my earpiece.
“They are on the second floor. Hurry.”
“What is it?”
“Delaney’s holding a gun to her head.”
Everything stills in my head as I ground myself.
“On my way.”
My heart pounds as I take the stairs, one after the other. He messed with the wrong man’s woman.
“Do you have a clear shot?”
“No.”
“Do not shoot unless you are a million percent sure you won’t hit her.”
