Devil’s Game (The Devil’s Demons #2)

21. Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Giana

I crashed through the office door, rage boiling in my blood as I caught sight of the two imbeciles who’d let this happen.

My guys barged into the room next, not bothered by the security, since Sebastian knew we were coming this time.

“Who should we kill first, sugar?” Spade grinned, wrapping an arm around my waist, practically vibrating with excitement.

I wished I could find that joy, too, but it was too overshadowed by my concern for Sophia.

I’d gotten her into this mess.

“Try me.” Zane glared at Spade from across the room, straightening from where he’d been hunched over Sebastian’s computer.

“Nobody is killing anyone.” Sebastian stood, lifting his hands in front of him, like we were all children he was trying to make see reason.

“That remains to be seen,” Merrick growled from behind me, while Kellan gave the failed protectors a look of pure malice I’d rarely ever seen.

“What do you have?” Ice laced my tone as I stalked over to them and swung the monitor around for all of us to see.

Sebastian’s gaze ran over me, taking in my blood-splattered appearance for the first time. Even Zane stiffened, like he hadn’t realized just how lethal I could be until this moment, despite seeing evidence of it before.

“We’ve been combing the security footage, and I’ve sent men out to search for her,” Sebastian assured me, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he shifted away from me, like death was something he could catch. “I think we found something.”

Sebastian expanded the window to fill the whole screen and clicked the play button. It took a moment for recognition to spark as the floodlight shone down at one of the corners in the parking lot. Bare gravel laid there, not another person in the vicinity.

I was barely keeping my cool at this point. I clenched my fists, my fingernails digging into my skin, in an effort to keep myself from lunging across the table and smashing Sebastian’s skull against the hard surface.

“Is there—”

My question cut off as a flicker of red hair flashed before me.

“It took us a while to find it, since that camera doesn’t usually pick up much other than the odd employee on their way to take out the trash,” Sebastian said, sighing.

My icy glare cut off whatever else he was about to say.

“ Stupid assholes ,” Sophia huffed, pacing back and forth. “ Why do they have to be so overbearing? ”

She pulled out a compact and touched up her red lipstick. “ This will teach them to think they can keep me locked in there .”

I pressed my eyes closed, wishing I’d come straight to the club, that I had reminded her how much danger we were facing. It didn’t matter that the time stamp showed she’d been taken while Spade and I were killing those men—I still should have been here. Maybe then she wouldn’t have wandered out on her own, just to get away from these assholes.

“ Well, well, ” a deep male voice said, snapping my attention back to the screen. “ I was only supposed to be here for recon, but you just made my job a whole hell of a lot easier. ”

A figure dressed head to toe in black stalked into the frame, but before Sophia could react, he clapped a hand over her mouth and dragged her out of the frame.

Sebastian turned the screen back to him as he typed furiously, pulling up a few other camera angles to show the man throwing her into the back of a blacked-out van with no plates. The van sped off, the interaction taking less than a minute to unfold.

“Dammit.” I smashed a fist on the desk, wishing I could go back in time, but it was no use. We’d all made decisions that had led to this tonight. Sebastian and Zane should’ve never let her out of their sight, Sophia shouldn’t have wandered off on her own, and I should have been here.

“Whatever you need.” Sebastian cleared his throat, still staring at the screens, as though the images would uncover some sort of mystery. “We’ll help you get her back.”

Zane grumbled his agreement, shadows in his eyes as he stared off into the distance, clearly lost in thought.

Merrick placed a hand on my shoulder, the comforting warmth sinking into my bones. “We’ll get her back, little devil.”

“Just like we got you back.” Spade winked, his violet eyes glittering with the promise of violence.

“I have our tech guys working on tracking the van as we speak,” Kellan assured, his fingers twining with mine, his phone clutched in his other hand.

My chest warmed at their assurances, washing away some of the shadows of guilt that hung over me. Renewed determination filled my veins as I took a deep breath and refocused on what was important here—getting Sophia back.

He wouldn’t hurt her, not yet, which meant I had time to get her back.

The chime of my phone sent a chill over my skin, the ominous sound twisting my stomach into knots. Like the thought of Tommaso had summoned him, I glanced at my screen, bile rising in my throat at the image that stared back at me.

Sophia’s hands were tied in front of her with thick black rope, layers of duct tape plastered over her lips, her red hair wild and eyes filled with a panic that was palpable, even through the screen.

My phone chimed again, the notification a text this time, rather than a picture.

I told you I was done with games, mi amore. You really should have listened. Come alone or your friend dies.

Nausea roiled in my stomach, and I numbly felt the weight of my phone leave my palm as one of my guys gently pulled it from my grasp.

I thought I could take this one step at a time, that I could destroy him and his family slowly, but I was wrong. I always knew this was how it would end, though, hadn’t I? He would never let this go, let me go.

No, death was the only way out. I just hoped I would be the one surviving to see another day.