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He slowly dies, his eyes never leaving mine. He can see the fury in my gaze, and in his I see fear, sorrow, and regret. Too fucking late, dickhead. When he finally goes limp, I moveback and smirk, looking over to Hannah. She’s fucking terrified. Good. Now she knows how Avs felt at only nine years old.
Just as I’m about to go over to her, a gunshot sounds out and she flops down, a bullet between her eyes. We all turn to see who did it, only to find Phoebe standing there with tears running down her face. Al and I both move together.
I go stone still when she rasps, “I tried calling but you all left your phones out there. Someone took Avery.”
My heart rate kicks up, fear and fury taking over. Juan grips my shoulder to bring me back, and I look toward Peter, he’s gone pale.
I run out of the building as I hear Damian on his phone. “Get down here now and clean up.” Then he hangs up and I know he’s now locking the room up to start the “self-clean” cycle. Once everything inside is reduced to ashes, our men will wash it all down.
As I get to the SUV, Dimitri, Juan, Al, Damian, and Phoebe all climb in.
Peter runs to his car, and he shouts, “I’ll follow you.”
I nod; he must think we’re heading home but we’re not. I grab my phone from the center console where I left it, and bring up the tracking app. Phoebe looks over my shoulder and gasps.
Knowing she’s probably affronted for Avery, I say, “It was in with her father’s things. I gave her the bracelet on our wedding day, and she’s aware of the tracker because her father is the one who put it there for her mother.”
The men all freeze but I don’t take notice, not realizing my error. I connect my phone to the SatNav on the car, and the route to where they are keeping her appears on the dashboard screen.
Al curses. “That’s Mindy’s townhouse.” Al puts the car in gear, and tears out of the parking lot.
What the fuck?
Suddenly I feel a smack on the back of my head, and I turn and glare at my cousin. “What the fuck, Phoebe?”
She hits me again, then shouts, “You got married without me!”
Oh fuck.
Al and Damian cough to hide their laughter, while Dimitri and Juan smirk.
I throw them under the bus again. “Dads one and two were there as well.” Damian and Al can’t hide their laughter now as Phoebe goes red, and both dads glare at me.
“You know what— Wait. Did you just call medad.” Juan’s voice goes from pissed to scared, then awed in a matter of seconds.
I shake my head and I look back at my raging cousin.
Al quickly saves me from my heart to heart with Juan when he announces, “We’re here.”
We all get out and spread out. Al keeps Phoebe behind him, knowing she won’t stay in the car. Peter jogs over, looking confused.
“Her adoptive father put a tracker in his wife’s bracelet. Avery thought it was a brilliant idea and decided to wear it.”
He sighs in relief, and we all enter the house through the unsecured front door. I roll my eyes. Fucking amateurs.
We all freeze in the kitchen area, which is absolutely fucking rank. It’s littered with several weeks’ worth of old, moldy dishes and trash everywhere.
We hear voices coming from the basement and we slowly make our way down the wooden stairs. Everything in me runs cold when I hear a soon-to-be-dead man threaten my wife. And when we round the corner, both Damian and I look at each other in shock. Vasiliki fucking Gheada, the Romanian family boss, who we’ve been looking for since he gave us the slip. Phoebe recognizes him and sneers before we all get ready to make amove. I lean out further to look for Avery—and then I see her. Dimitri has to keep a hold of me; my girl is strapped to a table, wearing only a bra, she’s naked from the waist down, and she’s bleeding, a lot, from between her legs. There’s also blood and swelling on her face, and there’s bruising on her belly, which sends my heart skyrocketing in my chest.
Fuck. The twins.
“You either push those brats out so I can finally finish the job and send you back to your mother, or I cut them out, which will most likely kill them. What do you say, Avery? I really hope you choose the first one, as it seems Mindy, here, has paid me quite a lot for those brats.”
Tears run down Avery’s cheeks as she screams, “Noooo!” in pain, and my fucking patience has run out.
I shoot the fucker in the hand holding the machete as Mindy screams. When Vasiliki drops to the floor, crying out in pain, Al runs toward Avery. Phoebe keeps her gun trained on Mindy, while Peter is standing stalk still, eyes wide, face pale, looking at his daughter.
For fuck’s sake.
