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It felt like forever as they drove to the place Richard was holding Storm. They were already speeding to get there because Miles had a bad feeling in his stomach.
Something didn't sit right with him. Richard had texted him to go to a different location in an hour, but did he think Miles was going to find this place? It just didn't feel right. He didn't know what Richard had planned and right now his only goal was to get to Storm and make sure she was okay.
He would never forgive himself if she died or lost any part of her body. It was his fault she got kidnapped. Miles should have known to keep an eye on her after he told her he didn’t want to see her.
It was stupid of him. He knew better and yet he didn’t do anything to protect her. He was going to regret this until the day he died.
“Stop thinking like that.” Rogan’s deep voice filled the car.
Miles glared at him. He didn’t have any clue what he was thinking.
“We need your head in the game when we get there. We don’t know what we’re walking in to, and I can’t have you being a pussy.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Miles growled.
His head was in the game, and he couldn't wait to get his hands on Richard. He wasn't going to make it out alive. Miles couldn't wait to kill him. He was going to take his sweet time torturing him once he had his hands on Richard.
He was going to regret kidnapping Storm.
“Angelo is meeting us there, right?” he asked.
Angelo was the Ricci Crime Family doctor. No one would think he was a doctor with how he looked, but he was a damn good one.
“Yes, he should be there soon,” Rogan replied. “He was closer to this location than we were, so he should beat us there.”
Miles told Rogan he wanted Angelo there in case Storm needed him. From the video, he could tell Storm was struggling and it was only going to get worse. He had no doubt they had done other things to her off camera and he didn’t know how bad it was.
“Ready?” Rogan asked.
Both men pulled their guns out as they got out of the car, ready for anything. Angelo followed behind them, bag over his shoulder and a gun in his hand.
The front door was open when they got to the one-story house. They walked into the cold and damp concrete room.
It was not what he expected.
Miles expected Richard would have hidden her in a different room, but there she was, tied to a chair in the center. His eyes moved over her body, trying to see how bad of shape she was in.
The first thing he saw was the red patch on her shirt.
Panic.
Fear.
That was what went through him as he stared at her. Storm’s head was tilted off to the side, no doubt passed out. He didn’t know how long she had been like this.
Did they just leave? Did she just get shot? Had it been hours?
There were no cars on the road when they were coming here. Had they left a different way or had it just been that long?
“Clear!” Rogan yelled. “It looks like they left before we got here.”
Miles didn’t like that. He didn’t like that Richard was out there, still alive. He wanted him dead, but right now Storm was his top priority.
“Shit,” Angelo said, shoving his gun in his bag.
Rogan kept watch as Miles and Angelo ran toward Storm in a hurry. Miles placed his gun in the back of his pants as he got on his knees to look her over.
“Start to untie her arms. I’ve got her legs,” Angelo said.
