Chapter 1 #2
"I won't yell, but listen to me. Kitlyn and her friend have been kidnapped from Kit’s place.
It happened while I was taking the world's longest fucking nap.
I need you to pinpoint the exact location where she is.
The last place I saw on the tracker is Texas, but I couldn't get the address.
I'm sending you the information from the app now.
See if you can figure it out on your end. "
My brother's attitude changed immediately once I explained what happened. Zach knows I am not only obsessed but in love with her, so he didn't continue busting my fucking balls. He also knows I will tear the world apart looking for her. He sighed heavily on the other end.
"Fuck. I am sorry, Atlas. Can you think of anyone who would do this? An enemy who wants revenge?"
I shook my head, thinking of who might have any reason to take the girls. No one came to mind.
"To my knowledge, no. Let's get cracking so that too much time doesn't lapse. We've already lost over four hours since she was taken. I suspect that traffickers have them. I hope I'm fucking wrong, but deep down, I know I'm not."
My brother breathed into the phone.
"I am on it right now. Let me see what I can come up with. I will call you as soon as I am finished."
I grunted, enraged that someone dared to put their hands on her. She belongs to me. No one else!
"I’ll take care of the rest on my end, Zach.
I will call Jacob and start moving on this.
So they're not shipped off to fucking Hong Kong or somewhere on the other side of the planet, we need to find them as soon as possible.
You are well aware of how evil and violent those predators are.
Ping her last location for me, and I will head out with my pilot and Jacob.
I'm pretty sure I am dealing with the fucking cartels, so I may need some backup.
Speak to Turner at the CIA and instruct him to put approximately thirty agents on standby.
We may need them. Also, let him know I need a bulletproof SUV waiting for us at the closest airport to the facility. "
My brother's tone was calm and precise.
"No worries, Atlas. Everything will be taken care of. I will talk to you shortly."
I hung up and dialed Jacob. Thank fuck he picked up on the first ring. My body felt like I had just snorted ten lines of cocaine. I was jittery and ready to murder some scumbags.
"Boss, what can I do for you on this lovely winter day?"
My voice was low and angry.
"Get ready. We are going on a hunt. Some motherfuckers kidnapped Kit and her friend."
I drew in another deep breath, violence coiling around me like a fucking rattlesnake. The devil inside was clawing its way out.
"I’m sure it's traffickers. Can you be here in twenty minutes?"
"Sure thing. I am on my way. Sit tight and don't go crazy."
"See you shortly, and bring your passport with you."
I hung up and texted my brother Joey.
There is an emergency. I am leaving for Texas in a little while.
I need you to go to Kit's and grab Tuna.
Bring him back to my house and feed him.
Take care of him while I am gone. I don't know how long I'll be away.
I suspect traffickers kidnapped Kit. Her address is 38 Brick Farm Road in Chepachet.
Bring your boy toy with you and drive my X5 back.
My spare is hanging on the key hook in the kitchen.
I will let you know how things are going as they unfold.
Rehire my housekeeper. The place is a mess and needs to be cleaned up.
Get rid of the broken flat screen and pick up the shattered glass before she arrives. Her number is on the top of my fridge.
I hit send-
There's no time to fuck around. I ran to my bedroom and opened the safe behind my wall. I grabbed two extra-large gym bags and filled them with multiple weapons.
A 357 Magnum and a Glock 17—weapons favored by law enforcement and me—found their way into the stash.
Also included were a couple of AR-15s, a Benelli M4, a couple of assault rifles, two shotguns, and two AK-47s.
I added multiple bottles of lighter fluid, gloves, dozens of disposable plastic utility aprons, masks, hunting knives, and a box of Cuban cigars to calm my nerves.
I grabbed my passport, throwing it on top of the pile.
If I were going to be dealing with fucking human traffickers, I needed to be armed to the teeth. I also tossed in three bulletproof vests, a ton of ammo, flash grenades, and some army gear for Jacob and me. I always felt at home wearing my fatigues. It definitely fed my violent side.
I loved the thrill of the chase and killing the lowlifes of society. My blood heated my veins, making my insides boil. They'd better hope she is in one piece when I find her.
Zach called me back.
His tone was calm.
"The airport isn't far from where you're going.
The building is in El Paso, Texas. Orders were sent to agent Turner.
The truck will be ready for pickup at El Paso International Airport upon your arrival.
I'll text you the exact address, and Atlas?
Kill every one of those bastards. You're happier when she is around. "
I exhaled into the phone, then hung up. I didn't want to become an emotional mess with my younger brother listening on the other end. If the girls still aren't being detained in Texas, then that means they probably crossed into Mexico.
Once the bag was filled with everything I needed to tear down a small army, I dialed my pilot.
Three rings-
"Hey, Atlas. We going somewhere?"
My energy was dark, and the violence flowed through my entire system. My Kitten was gone, and I wanted fucking revenge against the scum bags who stole her.
I spoke to my pilot, keeping my voice level.
"We sure are, Tony. Get the plane ready to take off to El Paso, Texas. Jake and I will be there in about 20 minutes."
"We will be ready for takeoff when you arrive, boss."
I hung up, grabbed both bags, and headed to the den to wait for my partner.
My cell dinged-
It was Joey-
Jesus Christ, Atlas, this is some fucked-up shit. Concentrate on getting her back; I will take care of everything at the house. There is no need to worry about the cat. He is in good hands. Keep me posted when you have more news.
I texted him back-
Thanks, kid.
As soon as I hit send, the bell rang.
Jacob's here.
I grabbed everything and met him at the door, handing him half the shit I was carrying. Not a word passed between us as we headed to my Ford pickup.
Nothing needed to be said. We knew what the assignment was. It's time to hunt down the men holding my precious cargo.