Page 59 of Killer's Obsession
Taking the stairs three at a time, my heart pounds in my chest.
When I reach Jade’s door, it’s open.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK! I pull my gun from my back and chamber a round. I push the door all the way open and call out her name. “MEMPHIS!”
The living room is empty. “MEMPHIS, WHERE ARE YOU?”
I move through the apartment like a hurricane, checking the kitchen, the bathroom, flinging open doors. Behind me, Reign and Dread enter, weapons drawn.
“Memphis?” I call out again as fear claws at my throat.
Pushing open the last door, I freeze.
My eyes move from the mattress hanging off the bed to the broken lamp on the floor.
Memphis must have fought whoever came through this door.
“She’s gone,” I rasp.
Chief appears in the doorway, his expression grim. “Killer, we need to go. Now.”
“Where’s Jade?” I ask, looking around as if I might have missed her.
“Not here,” Dread confirms, coming up behind Chief. “Place is empty.”
This is all my fault. I was supposed to protect her, and I failed.
“Nikolai has my woman.” My voice sounds hollow.
“We’ll get her back,” Chief promises, his hand landing with a thud on my shoulder. “But we need to move.”
As I follow Chief back out to the bikes, my focus shifts from guilt and despair to pure fucking rage.
I will get Memphis back. And then I’ll kill that motherfucker for putting his hands on what’s mine.
“Where to?” Reign asks as we mount up.
“The airfield,” I say, my voice deadly calm. “We’ve got less than an hour to find that plane and stop it from taking off with my girl.”
The ride to the private airfield passes in a blur. I’ve ridden into battle a dozen times before, but the stakes have never been this high. Never in my life have I had more to lose.
We pull off a few hundred feet away from the chain-link fence surrounding the airfield and run on foot towards the gate.
“That has to be them.” I motion to the sleek back jet on the tarmac with its stairs pulled down. Men in dark suits mill around it, and even from here, I can tell they’re armed.
“Ten hostiles,” Morpheus says quietly. “Possibly more inside the plane.”
“I count twelve,” Dread corrects. “Two by the fuel truck over there.”
Chief gestures for us to gather around. “Okay, we’re only going to have one shot at this, so we’re going to have to do this cleanand fast. Killer, Dread, and I will go for the plane. Reign, you and the others create a diversion on the east side of the tarmac. Draw their fire away from us.”
I nod, already checking my weapon. My heart is ice in my chest, my mind clear and focused. This is what I do. This is why they call me Killer. Some people can sing in perfect harmony. Some can write poetry that speaks to the soul. Me… murder and mayhem are my art form—death and destruction are my masterpiece.
“If Nikolai’s on that plane, he’s mine,” I demand, looking at my brothers so they know it’s nonnegotiable. I want the fucker.
Chief meets my gaze, then nods once. “He’s yours.”
Damn right he is.
