“What the fuck do you want?”
“What I’ve wanted since you left two of my guys dead and three as good as dead. Blood.”
“Then you come after my blood, not someone else’s, cocksucker.”
He laughed, and I gritted my teeth. Hennessy was off his stool and leaning against the pool table beside me.
“Hers spills just as easy.”
“Fuck you, you want a trade? Is that what you want?” I demanded. I wouldn’t let her bleed another drop for me.
“You know I’ll take your blood any day, but tonight, if you want her back, you’re gonna bring me money too. A fuck ton of it. I know you got it. You got two hours.”
The amount he rattled off was big. So fucking big that if he’d given me a couple of days, I could get my hands on it, but not in two hours. No fucking way. Shit.
“You bring it or she dies. Slowly. Painfully. Bloody. After my guys have had their fill. Your choice.”
Rage roiled through my veins like napalm. I would destroy him.
“If anyone touches a single hair on her head, I swear to God I will gut you all like the spineless fucks you are.”
His laugh met my ears again. “I got all the cards here. Bring the money or I’ll leave her body in the gutter.”
“Where?”
The address memorized as soon as it was out of his mouth, I walked to the bar and grabbed a napkin and pen off someone’s credit card folder and scribbled it down. I wouldn’t take a single chance of getting this wrong.
It was a familiar street. On the lake. I knew the general vicinity, and it didn’t make sense for the FNDs to be setting up shop in such a nice hood. They were trash. Crack houses were more their style than lake houses.
But the step up gave credence to the rumors I’d been hearing on the street—the ones I knew Hennessy would be very interested in. The FNDs were running the drug ring he was trying to bring down, and they had to be in bed with the cartel. The only reason Trio would need to get his hands on that kind of cash was if some serious bad shit was going down and he was fucked without it.
“I’ll be there.”
The line went dead and I lowered my phone to the bar, fighting the urge to smash it and follow it up with my fists the way Hennessy had with the door at the warehouse. I glanced at the wall I’d already punched. I hadn’t left a mark, but I would now. I would tear this place down with my bare hands if it would get her back, but right now I couldn’t afford to waste the energy. Right now, the only thing that mattered was getting Valentina back. And vengeance.
“What the fuck is going on?” Hennessy asked from beside me.
I had a decision to make. Go it alone, bringing half the cash and as many guys as I could assemble in the next two hours, or let Hennessy in on what was going down. I would do anything to get Valentina back quicker and safer. I knew the moment I told him the FNDs had her, he’d make this his problem and the problem of the NOPD.
I made my choice.
The FNDs would never expect a SWAT team.
I turned to Hennessy. “We’re going back to the station, and you’re gonna get that promotion you’ve been after because you’re gonna bust a drug ring and help me get my woman back.”
At the mention of Valentina, Hennessy’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell did you get her into now?”
“I’ll explain on the way.”
STAY STILL. DON’T BREAK.
The words repeated like a mantra in my head as my body shook and I dug my nails into my shins, willing my body to stay curled into the ball I’d wrapped myself in. I needed the pain.
Memories and flashbacks of that night bombarded me. The dark, deserted road. When he pulled off onto the shoulder. My questions. His hand across my face. The door wrenching open and my nails clawing at the seat as he dragged me out and threw me in the back, tearing at my clothes.
Tremors of fear rattled my teeth with their strength. Tears mixed with the dried blood on my face and hands. I was pathetic. Helpless. Useless. Defenseless.
I stared at the wall, seeing the scene replay over and over.
Smears of blood. Broken nails. I’d fought him, and it hadn’t helped.
My eyes constantly darted to the door.
Would they come? Would I fight?
I will survive. Even if I want to die.
I tried to find the strength I’d fought for all these years, but there was nothing left.
My mind shifted, dragging thoughts of Rix to the forefront. I wanted to be strong. Wanted to be the girl who could save herself. But I was foolish. Broken.
He can’t see me like this. I can’t take seeing the pity in his eyes. It would be worse than seeing it in Rhett’s. I couldn’t take it.
God, listen to yourself, Valentina. Stop.
The voices inside me were strong and adamant from both sides. The battle played out in my head as I waited silently with tears streaming down my face.
My sense of time was warped as I stayed curled into my ball. It could have been minutes or hours that had passed before I heard glass shatter, a crash, and men yelling.
Good guys? Or bad?
Weak threads of hope twined together in my belly.
“Go! Go! Go!”
Gunshots.
More yelling.
I squeezed into a smaller ball as doors slammed open.
Footsteps thundered up the stairs.
Oh shit.
“Clear!”
“Clear!”
Something rammed into the door, and the handle flew off on the inside.
I gripped my shins tighter, my gaze fixed on the door. Good guys or bad?
SWAT. It was the first thing I saw when the man in the black vest, helmet, and goggles charged through the doorway, his gun sweeping the room.