Chaos was still drugged and Alfonzo paced back and forth looking anxious. His eyes kept shifting to the warehouse door then to his phone. It was obvious the guy was nervous and, from when I’d met Jacob in Mexico, he had every right to be. It made me sick to think that London had spent two years with these men. No wonder why she was nothing of the girl I’d known.
Finally, the metal door slid on its tracks and opened.
Jacob.
There was no hesitation as he advanced toward me. No gun in sight. Arrogant and sure of himself. I was going to enjoy watching that flicker of life in his eyes fade away to nothing when I slit his throat.
He stopped in front of me, but when he spoke it was to Alfonzo, who had followed along beside him like a puppy dog.
“I don’t like changing plans,” Jacob said to Alfonzo. “It causes mistakes.”
I kept my eyes on Jacob as I said, “Raul’s right-hand man. I thought you were dead,” I lied.
“So does everyone.” Jacob nodded to Raven. “You’ve travelled a great distance for one girl. She doesn’t look worth it.”
“Where are the other girls?” I asked. There was no way he came to Toronto for simply one girl. Even two. He had to have more and I took a chance asking, but I needed him to think I wanted to go into business with him. What I was doing was delaying. I was waiting for Deck who I called from my car on the way to the location. I couldn’t give it to him before we’d arrived, so he was trying to get here—fast.
Deck had already been looking for Emily, but when I mentioned Georgie, he went stone silent. What was a ‘be there in ten,’ changed to ‘be there in five.’
“Here. Awaiting shipment,” he replied.
I tensed. That was what I needed to know.
Jacob’s shoulders stiffened and I put my hand on my knife. He pulled his gun, turned, and shot Alfonzo in the head.
Alfonzo dropped to the ground.
I didn’t flinch. I remained leaning against the machinery, my hand on London’s head, making sure she didn’t move.
“I told him, I don’t meet clients. He didn’t listen,” Jacob said.
“So that would make me a liability.”
“Your offer piqued my interest.” Jacob paused. “I require a base to bring the girls before auction. You can provide me with that.”
My hand stilled in London’s hair as I heard a footstep. Deck. Time to finish this. “Who has been providing since Raul’s death?”
Jacob slipped his gun back into his belt. “No one. This is our first shipment in over a year. That guy Deck and his men have been all over us, and now, Alfonzo screwed up taking that one.” He nodded to Chaos. “I don’t make mistakes, Kai. I’m careful. Alfonzo wasn’t.”
“Oh, but you made a mistake, Jacob.” I smiled.
Jacob was quick. Before I even finished the sentence, he dove and rolled and my knife narrowly missed his throat. Fuck.
“Raven. Go to the girls,” I ordered.
I didn’t wait to see if she did because I knew she’d do anything I told her. I kept low as I snuck across the warehouse pausing behind a conveyor belt. I nodded to Deck who was approaching from the back of the warehouse.
Jacob disappeared behind floor-to-ceiling shelves, but I saw his feet as he circled around. And I knew exactly what he was doing and where he was headed. Shit. Keeping low and covered, I made my way back to the girls and came out into the clearing just as Jacob grabbed London hauling her up against his chest.
I came up on his left, my knife at my side.
“Let her go.” My gaze drilled into Jacob and my fingers tightened around the hilt of my knife. I was pretty fuckin’ sure I could kill him before his finger pressed the trigger.
London whimpered as Jacob’s hold tightened.
“In seconds, I can shoot Sculpt’s woman and snap your slave’s neck.”
“Then do it,” I said. I never took well to threats and I was betting he wasn’t going to kill both girls. If he did, he was dead.
Deck was crouched behind a pile of barrels on Jacob’s right. Our eyes met and he chin-lifted to me. I threw my knife at the same time as Sculpt dove out from behind the barrels and took Emily down, protecting her with his body.
My knife sliced through the air and into Jacob’s neck, so close to London’s ear I saw a speck of blood on the outer edge of the lobe.
Jacob’s gun went off, but it was a knee-jerk reaction as his body swayed. London scrambled from his hold and fell to her hands and knees, blood splattered over her face and chest.
Jacob’s hand still held his gun while his other went to his neck, blood seeping between his fingers as he tried to stop the flow around the knife.