Page 83 of Making the King

“There’s a message on the back of the photo.” Baz hurries to me and shows me the back.

IF YOU WANT YOUR PRECIOUS WIFE BACK THEN COME AND GET HER MOTHERFUCKER!

Warehouse 7 – Industrial Road.

“Ahhhhhhh!” I scream, turning and flipping the closest table over.

Pain slices through my chest like someone has cranked my chest cavity open and is attempting to pull my heart out.

I heave, anger controlling each fucking breath as I look down at the photo again.

Cara is in the middle of a few Reapers, her hair dripping, and her body barely covered as one Reaper grabs her fucking tit, and another Reaper is in the frozen motion of wanking, his cock angled toward my wife.

By Cara’s feet are two people. One is her brother. He lies lifeless, a bullet wound right in the center of his forehead, his eyes open but they’re nothing but cold pits of emptiness, and next to him, on her haunches, is Martina Rodríguez.

Smiling.

Fucking cunt!

I glance at Cara again and notice the gun in her hand by her side, and my fucking gut twists.

Did she kill her brother?

Even as I think it, I know it to be true by the look in her eyes.

She’s done.

Not with life. Not that sort of done.

It’s the sort of done when tolerating people, or being treated a certain way, is no longer possible.

She’s the sort of done that her mom is in no way prepared for, and all I know is that I have to go to her, and make sure she finishes this. Today.

As the siren of the ambulance distracts everyone, I spin on my heel and go to the elevator. I rarely go down to the basement level. It’s like a fucking bunker down there, and I prefer to see the motherfucking sky, but today, it holds what I need.

“Rocco,” Cain calls, rushing to my side. “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m going to get my wife.”

“I was hoping you would say something like that.” He grins as my eyes dart to him.

Why is this fucking elevator taking so long to arrive?

“You don’t have to risk your life, Cain. She’s my wife. I can’t ask you to risk yourself.”

He scoffs. “You think she only belongs to you? My man, you are mistaken. Mi pequeño salvaje is mine too. She may not be my betrothed, but she’s my family. And we fight for our family, no matter what.”

“Exactly.”

The voice comes from behind me, and I glance over my shoulder as the elevator doors open to see Dante, Baz, Munroe, Stretch, and Tex.

Fuck. My eyes burn. I can’t cry in front of these fuckers… can I?

“Let’s weapon up.” Dante nods at me, stepping past and onto the elevator, and each of them do the same.”

“Who’s with Grayson?” I ask as I step in the elevator too and the doors close.

“Gunner and the Diamonds. They will stay with him and keep us posted.” Dante advises and I nod, staring at the numbers as they descend to the basement where we load and strap as many guns, bullets and knives as we can onto our bodies before piling into two trucks and heading to the warehouse.

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