He has a point but doesn’t mean I like it. This bitch betrayed me. I let her into my fold and it was all a ploy for my inheritance. The girls getting fired or quitting were being tricked into going to Goldoni willingly, with false promises of making a quick buck. No more. Tonight I take Goldoni out and put an end to this shit for good.
I give Cyrus directions and turn my attention to waking up Gabe. I don’t like him but we need his help. If I know anything, I know the warehouse will be guarded. And we will be ready.
Smacking at Gabe’s cheeks I yell at him to get up.
“You done knocked him the fuck out,” Cyrus observes.
I pinch his nose closed and clamp my hand over his mouth to stop his breathing. His eyes pop open and I let go as he struggles to breathe.
“About time you joined us. Now, Rain, you get to make yourself useful for once. How many men are at the warehouse that are armed?”
“I’m not telling you shit.” She spits at me.
“Have it your way. Cy, pullover. Bitch can walk.” I don’t have to worry about her calling and ratting me out. Cyrus already confiscated her phone. By the time she reaches civilization it will be morning and I’ll be buried balls deep in Isa. Cyrus gets out and makes her walk the opposite way a few feet before deserting her. Good riddance.
I fill Gabe in on my plan as Cyrus continues to drive to our destination. He will go in first to do a head and gun count, while seeing if he can get his eyes on Isa. We will communicate via text message, but should anything go wrong, he is to shoot first and ask questions later. Tim and the others are meeting us, but I don’t know if they will get here in time.
I can’t go in blind and if I lose Gabe, well, it’s no sweat off my back. Pretty boy doesn’t mean a fucking thing to me. We drop him near the gate with two guns. He is a Marine; he can make do.
Cyrus and I get into position and wait for the rest of the Sinners.
I am about to give up on Gabe when a text comes through from him.
Prettyboy: One dead outside looks like the man who took Isa - 3 gunned inside saw Isa get taken to a room. I think I can get to her unseen.
Must be Briggs. Serves the cocksucker right.
Tris: Don’t make a move wait for me.
He doesn’t respond. If he does something stupid and gets Isa hurt, I will kill him without second thought.
“Let’s move,” I whisper tapping Cyrus on the shoulder. There isn’t time to wait for anyone else.
We move quietly through the trees and make our way to the hidden side door that I’m not sure even Goldoni knows about. At least I hope he doesn’t. I need the element of surprise on my side.
Backs to the wall we make our way down the dark hall. Three shots fire. The urge to run in with my own gun blazing is gnawing at me, but Isa can’t afford for me to be stupid. Cyrus and I make it to the end of the hall. A tall blonde comes running past us screaming. I instantly recognize her as one of the dancers who Rain claimed failed her drug test.
Cyrus holds up three fingers and then points to the dead goons on the ground. Pretty boy is good. I take back what I said. I could use a guy like him in my fold if he didn’t have a thing for my woman.
An old man is standing in the middle of the room wearing a confused expression, pulling up his pants. Cyrus tells him to get lost and shoots at his feet. He pisses himself as he tries to run. His pants fall to his ankles exposing his old wrinkled pecker.
Damn! Old age can be brutal. He gets his piss soaked pants up and darts for the door. Smart man.
I kick in the first door I come to and see long dark hair shadowing a head that is bobbing up and down on a fat man’s cock.
A lump forms in my throat. I jerk her backwards by her mane with one hand, while my other has my gun aimed at this bastard’s crotch, unsure of what I will do if she holds Isa’s face.
My eyes cast down as she gasps in shock. Ariala. Thank fuck.
“Get out of here or I will blow off your dick,” I threaten the man with a deflated hard on.
He scrambles from the room, holding his hands up in surrender.
“Stay here,” I order Isa’s sister and go to the next room. There is no point in questioning Ari, judging by the track marks on her arms, it’d be pointless. She is wigged out.
The door won’t budge and I can hear Isa scream on the other side. Cyrus joins me and we kick it in together. The frame snaps as the door splinters from the hinges. With my adrenaline pumping through my veins, I rip the damn thing the rest the way off.
Pretty boy is on the floor with a pair of scissors in his leg.