I heard Emilee sobbing and Hero going nuts in the background, but Madeline remained calm as her lip trembled, eyes glossy. Her tears didn’t fall. She wouldn’t let them. Those pricks couldn’t break her, but I knew she was dying inside. There wasn’t a fuckin’ thing I could do to save her.
“Fuck, Storm! Your woman is perfect.” He ogled her like a hungry animal. “Lucky sonofabitch. Look at these perky tits. I just need a little squeeze, babe.” He touched her, fuckin’ pinched her nipple, making her wince!
I’ll cut off his goddamn hands.
“Hairless pussy too. Damn, bet she’s good eats, huh, Storm? Men will want to know. What about her mouth? Does she give good head? Is she a good fuck?”
“You motherfucker!” I roared, slamming my fists on the table. “I’ll castrate you and pull your innards out through your mouth! Keep your fuckin’ hands off her!”
“Only one way to assure that, Storm. Give me Winters.” His fingers raked down Madeline’s arm again.
Madeline shook her head, a defiant glare in her eyes. The bastard cupped her pussy hard, and she yelped.
“I’m coming for you, you sonofabitch! I’m coming for you!” I yelled, seeing red, heart dying for my Angel. “I’m going to kill you with my bare hands!”
“Say goodbye to your woman, Storm. Thirty-six hours…” The flatscreen went black, terminating our connection.
I knocked over my chair with the back of my legs. Whirling around, I punched the wall over and over as a primal roar ripped from my lungs. I bloodied up my hands, not giving a fuck. My woman was just groped and humiliated by that motherfucker.
I. Will. Kill. Him.
I was so goddamn out of my mind angry. Nothing would ever calm me until I had Madeline in my arms, safe and in one piece.
“We’re going to find her. Every man in this room is determined to find her,” Track said in a low, lethal voice.
Grunts echoed in the room.
“What she did for Emilee …” Justin choked up, squeezing his eyes shut. He opened them and they were wet. His afflicted gaze locked on mine. “Jesus, Storm. I…” He hung his head, lip trembling.
“I know.” I capped his shoulder, then headed for the door. “I need time with the punching bag. Boxer…” I shouted over my shoulder to my enforcer. I needed to blow off steam in the gym out back. Not that I believed it would help, but I had to do something to clear my head. How was I to put a plan together to bring Madeline and the others home if I couldn’t think straight?
Madeline needed me clear-headed and not losing my shit. I needed to regroup after what just happened to her.
My sweet Angel. I wouldn’t rest until she was safely back in my arms and every one of those motherfuckin’ Hunters was six feet under.