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Sledge’s grip on the gun tightened, his expression shifting from amusement to impatience. “You’re wasting my time, and time is something you’re quickly running out of.”
Sledge pointed his gun at her. Riley couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. This was it. She felt so silly for asking the two prospects to let her come alone. Riley should’ve been more careful but she always let her guard down when it came to her brother.
“No!” Rob yelled as Sledge fired. Rob tackled her to the ground, taking the shot in her place.
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“You let her do what?” Breaker demanded. His grip on the phone tightened as he listened to Daniel explain the perilous situation. Every word stoked the fires of his anger.
“If something happens to my woman, there will be hell to pay,” Breaker warned.
He could almost envision the two prospects on the other end of the line wincing involuntarily, their confidence faltering like fragile glass.
“We’ll go check on her right away,” Daniel began. The prospect was attempting to assert control over the situation but Breaker would have none of it.
“No, I’ll do it myself. I’m almost there,” Breaker snapped.
The line went dead with an abrupt click as Breaker ended the call, his simmering anger refusing to let him waste any more time on idle words. Besides, in a scenario like this, those two prospects wouldn’t know how to handle themselves.
He mounted his motorcycle. Tires screeched as he tore through the streets, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
Time seemed to distort, seconds stretching and contracting as his heart pounded in his chest. Dang it. He should’ve assigned someone more capable to watch Riley but he needed all capable hands on deck for the cartel operation.
Less than ten minutes later, Breaker skidded to a halt outside the location Daniel had described. The two prospects stood nearby, their faces pale and eyes wide as saucers. Breaker ignored them, his gaze laser-focused on the building ahead. Every nerve in his body was electrified, his senses heightened to a fever pitch.
Riley’s face flashed before his mind’s eye, her smile, her laughter, the touch of her hand. Breaker’s jaw clenched as he pushed down the tendrils of fear that threatened to creep into his thoughts. Anguish battled with resolve within him, his determination fueling his every step.
As he entered the building, Breaker’s instincts guided him like a compass. He took the elevator, each floor ascending with agonizing slowness.
His grip on the revolver was unwavering, his fingers caressing the cold metal like a lover’s touch.
He hadn’t been given a specific unit number, but he didn’t need one. The sound of raised voices filtered through the hallway, an unsettling symphony that quickened his pulse. Three distinct voices reached his ears, an eerie harmony of emotions colliding in the air. Riley’s voice, a mixture of fear and unwavering determination, was intertwined with a second man’s frightened tone, and a third, sinister voice that radiated malevolence.
Breaker’s jaw tightened, his muscles coiling like a predator ready to strike.
A gunshot shattered the fragile calm, a jolt of adrenaline surging through Breaker’s veins. Time seemed to stretch as his caution ebbed away, replaced by an overwhelming need to protect what was his. He hurtled toward the door, his boots pounding against the floor like the beat of a war drum.
Breaker’s mind raced, calculating possibilities and risks in the span of a heartbeat. His knuckles rapped against the door, a staccato rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart.
He raised his revolver, the metal glinting in the dim light as he prepared for the confrontation ahead. With a burst of raw power, Breaker’s foot connected with the door, the wood splintering and cracking under the force. It swung open, revealing chaos.
Riley’s face, usually radiant, was a mask of terror as she stood frozen in place. Her brother Rob lay crumpled on the floor, blood seeping from a gunshot wound that stained the floor crimson.
A biker, wearing the insignia of the Black Vipers MC, loomed over Riley, a malevolent grin playing on his lips as he aimed a gun at her trembling form.
The air crackled with tension as Breaker stepped forward, announcing his presence. The biker’s triumphant expression wavered, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty as his gaze locked onto Breaker’s eyes.
Time seemed to stand still. With a growl, Breaker surged forward, his body a blur of motion. The biker’s fingers tightened on the trigger, but before he could react, Breaker’s iron grip clamped onto the man’s wrist with bone-crushing force. The gun discharged harmlessly into the air, the deafening sound echoing off the walls.
The biker’s eyes widened in shock and pain, his fingers instinctively releasing their hold on the weapon. Breaker’s other hand shot out like lightning, connecting with the biker’s jaw in a devastating punch. The impact sent the biker stumbling backward, his body crashing against a nearby table with a resounding crash.
Objects clattered to the ground as the table collapsed under the force, and the biker lay dazed and disoriented amidst the debris.
Riley’s wide eyes flickered between Breaker and her fallen assailant, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Breaker spared her a quick glance, his expression a mix of relief and determination, before his attention snapped back to the biker.
The room crackled with tension as the wounded man struggled to rise, his face contorted in a mixture of pain and rage. The biker lunged at Breaker, his movements fueled by desperation. But Breaker sidestepped the attack thanks to reflexes honed by years of dangerous encounters.
In one fluid motion, Breaker grabbed the biker’s arm and twisted it behind his back, forcing him to his knees with a guttural grunt of pain. The biker’s struggles were futile against Breaker’s unyielding strength, and he found himself trapped in a vicelike grip that left him immobilized.
