Chapter 13
Thirteen
MATEO
Bobby, my guy covering Violet, texts me, but I don’t bother to read it right now because we’re about to go into this warehouse and kill some motherfuckers.
“Movement inside,” Rome says in our comms. He’s up on a roof nearby, sniping. Rome is a master marksman. He never misses. “I see twelve girls, all tied up along the back wall. Six men. But there’s a room off to the right without a window, and I can’t get eyes in there. No sign of D.”
Of course Damien isn’t here.
My phone starts to ring silently, just giving me a light buzz in my pocket, and I exhale, ignoring it.
I need you to be okay for the next hour, Savage.
Suddenly, before we can make our way inside, more cars pull up to the building. Eight of them, to be exact, and four men come pouring out of each to head inside.
“Who the fuck are these assholes,” Carson growls.
“Suits,” Rome replies. “Buyers maybe. A few goons. Damien’s not with them.”
“That’s thirty-fucking-two more men to get through,” Julian says, cracking his neck. “Good thing we brought the army.”
“Adjustment,” I say, opening my comms to the whole team. We have fifty men here between all of our armies. “Team A, it’s your job to get those girls out unharmed. Everyone else in there can die for all we care.”
“Except Damien,” Carson adds. “If he’s there, he’s mine.”
“Roger,” the team leaders reply, and I see a figure run next to the warehouse. It looks female to me.
“Rome, who’s at the side of the warehouse?”
“Can’t tell.”
I have a bad fucking feeling.
“I want that one for questioning too,” I say, and then we spread out, ready to go to war.