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CHAPTER 27
I PULLED UP at the docks twenty-seven minutes later, my hands tightly gripping the wheel of my BMW. God knows how I’d made it on time. All I knew was that I’d do anything. I couldn’t let Ellie get hurt.
Keeping my calm was a lot of work; inside me there was a war raging and I was struggling to retain my temper. I cut the engine, taking a couple of deep breaths, attempting to diffuse the fog of rage that had settled over me as soon as I heard her strangled yelp on the phone. I needed a clear head. I needed to think, not just be so angry that all I did was blaze in there, smash the fucking place up, and kill everything that moved.
When I was about as in control of myself as I was going to get, I leaned over and picked up my guns from the passenger seat, shoving one down the back of my jeans and hiding it under my sweater, keeping the other in my hand, one round in the chamber.
As I stepped out of the car, the silence struck me. This part of the dock was always deserted, but that obviously didn’t mean they weren’t there, hidden in the shadows, watching me. I raised my gun, stalking toward the gate, my goal clear: Get Ellie out, kill everyone else.
Gritting my teeth, I was conscious of the time ticking down and Mateo’s imposed deadline looming. My feet moved of their own accord, driving me forward through the gate with the yellow police tape strewn across it and into the inner yard loaded with rusted containers and disused equipment. I kept my gun raised, my eyes straining to find people, any people, but there was no one.
I plowed on, skirting stealthily around containers, ears attuned to pick up any sounds of life. After a few minutes, I came to a clearing. Leaning my back against the side of a container, I peeked around the corner, expecting this to be it. He was probably in the center of the dock, away from any passersby that happened to walk past, away from any ears that might hear anything they shouldn’t. If this were my meeting, this would be where I would conduct it. My eyes flicked around the open space, narrowing, zeroing in on all the shadowy places to see if there was someone hidden there. But nothing.
I gulped, pushing away from my hiding place, stepping into the open, and knowing I was exposing myself, but panic was beginning to rise in my chest. Had I come to the wrong place? What if there was some other dock I was supposed to be at and Ellie was there waiting for me to rescue her? Horrendous scenarios plagued my mind, visions of Mateo’s knife cutting into Ellie’s delicate throat that I had kissed a mere few hours ago. Visions of her blood flowing like a crimson river, covering her clothes as her eyes widened, then slowly the light dimmed from them as she bled out.
“Mateo!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “Mateo! You fucking son of a bitch, where are you?!”
“Right here.”
My whole body tensed as I brought my gun up, pointing in the direction of his voice. Relief flooded over me because I was in the correct location, but it was short-lived because he stepped out from behind a container opposite me with Ellie in front of him like a shield.
My heart sank as I looked at her. His hand gripped the back of her hair, holding her in place as she whimpered behind the duct tape that covered her mouth. Her hands were tied in front of her with blue cord, there was dried blood on the side of her face and matted in her hair, and one of her eyes was bloodshot, with her cheek showing signs of a bruise. Her arms were covered with dozens of tiny cuts; her jeans were torn and filthy.
Rage burned within me, and I shifted on my feet as murderous thoughts flashed through my mind. I was so angry I could almost taste it. “What the fuck have you done to her?” I growled, my voice low and full of menace. I was going to tear his fucking head off.
Mateo smiled, still using her as a shield as he walked forward a couple of steps. “She had a little car accident, didn’t you, darlin’?” he said to her, leaning in and pressing his nose into her hair.
Ellie’s nose wrinkled in disgust and my finger twitched on the trigger of my gun. A car accident. They’d forced her off the road, most likely, and then grabbed her. Had she been alone? Was her family in the car, too? Were they here somewhere as well, waiting to be rescued from this hopeless situation?
“I can see why you like this one, she’s a feisty little thing. Had to tie the bitch up because she tried to escape twice. One time she even managed to knock out one of her guards.” He chuckled almost proudly as he looked at her.
I raised my gun in threat. “Just let her go. You don’t need her,” I implored. Maybe reasoning with him would work; at this point I would try anything. “Ellie, you okay? You all right, little girl?”
Her eyes came up to meet mine, and the panic and fear I could see there made my anger double. A small nod was all she could manage with his hand in her hair like that.
I turned my attention back to Mateo. “Just let her go. Take your dirty, scumbag hands off her and I might let you live.” My gun was pointed at his head; one quick shot and I could finish this, but he was just too close to Ellie and I didn’t want to hit her. I was considering it, seriously considering taking the shot when movement caught my eye from either side of him. Four of his crew stepped out from the shadows, guns raised and pointed at me. They were probably the last of his men who hadn’t been arrested in the drug raids or deserted the sinking ship when Alberto was busted.
Mateo laughed, a loud cackle that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “You’re not the one holding all the cards here, Kid. I am.” He pulled his ivory-handled knife from his waistband. As he moved it toward Ellie, her eyes squeezed shut and her hands clenched into fists.
When the knife pressed against her throat, I shook my head quickly, grinding my teeth, trying to remain focused and not lose my temper.
“Don’t!” I ordered.
My mind was whirling, trying to think of a way out of this. Five against one and Ellie in the way of any stray bullets. This wasn’t going according to plan. How long had I been here? Three minutes, four maybe? It felt like an eternity.
“If you hurt her, I swear to God I’m going to fucking pull your insides out while you’re still alive,” I promised.
Mateo smiled and jerked his chin in the direction of one of his men. My eyes flicked to the left, settling on the guy as he approached, gun raised, footsteps hesitant. He was the one from the club who had degraded Ellie, the one I’d already beaten the shit out of once. No wonder he appeared reluctant to approach me.
“Show me your hands,” he ordered.
I smiled sarcastically, my other hand reaching quickly behind my back to pull out my second gun, aiming this one at the approaching guy as I held Mateo in my sights with the other. “My hands are right here,” I answered sarcastically, my gaze going back to Mateo. “Just let her go free and we can sort this out. Man to man. Don’t be a fucking pussy like this, Salazar. Is hiding behind a woman really how you operate?” I spat on the floor in disgust, trying anything to goad him into just taking that knife away from her throat.
Mateo’s eyes narrowed at my disrespect, his hand yanking Ellie’s head back by her hair, causing a muffled yelp to leave her lips. I flinched as the knife pressed harder at her throat. “Using any means to get what I want, that is how I operate!” Mateo barked.
I just needed to keep him talking until it was time. “Okay, okay, just take it easy.”
A slow smile spread across Mateo’s face, and he turned his head, looking behind him at something. “Come on out. Why don’t we show him just how I operate?”
Almost immediately another figure materialized from behind a container. Ed. Now I knew why my frantic calls to him on the way over had gone unanswered. He stepped forward, walking to Mateo’s side, a gun gripped tightly in his right hand. A short, sharp wave of understanding washed over me.
Double-crossing motherfucker!
A lazy smile stretched across Ed’s lips as he raised the gun and used the barrel of it to scratch absentmindedly at his cheek. His eyes were like a shark’s, watching me, assessing. “Surprised to see me?” he asked. “Assumed I was dead after fighting valiantly to protect your litt
le girlfriend? News flash, Kid, you put your trust in the wrong person.”
“Ed, what the hell have you done?” I couldn’t believe this. “How much money did they offer you for this?” He’d been with me since I was released from prison; before that he’d worked for Brett. I’d known him since I was eleven years old. The betrayal hit me hard.
He snorted, his eyebrows knitting together. “It’s not about the money. That’s where you always go wrong, Kid. It’s about the respect.”
I gulped as everything clicked into place. Ed had never been happy working for me. I should have seen the signs, paid more attention to the looks of annoyance every time I left him out of the loop, not dismissed him so easily when he asked for more responsibility within the organization. I’d been cocky, too arrogant of my position to see this building within him. I’d missed it all, and it had been right under my nose.
“Doesn’t matter now, though,” he continued, turning to Mateo. “Mateo and I are starting a new venture. Just one problem to elimiate first...you.” He arched one eyebrow, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “As soon as I remembered that little redhead girl you were going to give up everything for, you were no longer untouchable. Wasn’t sure it’d work at first; wasn’t sure if you’d still be interested or if you’d moved on, but we decided to give it a try, anyway. It worked out better than I could have predicted. The plan was simple: Follow her parents, smash their car, and voilà, she’s back, and you’re seven shades of distracted and letting your guard down.”
Realization hit me like a smack in the face. Ellie’s father had died because of me. “You sick bastard!” I growled angrily.
My eyes flicked to Ellie, watching her face crumple as she understood this, too. She squirmed against Mateo’s grip, fighting to get free, her leg kicking out toward Ed as her eyes blazed with fury.
Ed reached out, stroking the side of her face with the back of one finger, wiping her angry tears away. “Aww, honey, don’t be mad,” he teased. “We had to get you back here somehow.” He let his hand drop as Ellie continued to struggle, screaming words that couldn’t be understood because her mouth was taped.
