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By the time I pulled up a block away from where the motherfucker was holding Oya. Reaper and Snake were already there waiting. As soon as I parked my bike alongside them, a blacked-out Mercedes crept up beside us.
Without hesitating, all three of us pulled our guns and pointed them at the back window as it rolled down.
“Calm down.” He looked at us and smirked. “We’re on the same side.”
“I seriously fucking doubt that,” Reaper sneered.
The man chuckled. “I’m Don Emilio Messina.”
“I know who you are,” I said. “But we’re not putting the guns away.”
He looked at me then shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Whatever makes you feel better. Anyway, I worked out a deal with the Petrovas. You’ll get no interference from them. Do what you have to do, and I’ll clean the mess up.”
“And why should we trust you?” I asked. “You’re heading the Bianchis. We’re not on the same side.”
“I’m a man of my word. King did me a favor and now I’ll do one for him. The congressman is on the first floor of the first building on the corner of the intersection with your woman.”
He started to roll up the window, then stopped. “Tell King, we’re even,” he said, then rolled the window up before the car drove off.
We watched as the car reached the intersection and went in the opposite direction of where Oya was being held.
“We gonna trust him?” Snake asked.
“If it goes left, King will take care of it,” Reaper said.
“You guys don’t have to do this. I can get her by myself.”
“Shut the fuck up, kid,” Snake said, checking the magazine of his gun before pushing it back in. “Let’s go get your girl.”
I smiled. This was what brotherhood was. We came together when shit was bad and when we needed each other. I was grateful.
When we entered the building as quietly as possible. I was surprised we didn’t have to break in which showed how comfortable Williams was with the Petrovas that he didn’t make sure they had his back.
It had been known in the mc underworld the congressman’s hands were as dirty as you could get if you were on the right side of the law. But we didn’t have any dealings with him because of his connections with human trafficking. We were all criminals but that was one thing the Sinners weren’t involved with.
Williams’ voice echoed throughout the first floor. We didn’t exactly know where on the first floor he was holding Oya, but it had to be towards the back of the building. Her groans, yelps, and his curses filled the empty space.
Moving as quietly as possible without alerting him he wasn’t alone, we quickly moved towards where we thought he might be holding her. Once we reached the back of the building there was a long hallway.
“He’s got to have her in one of the rooms,” Snake whispered.
Reaper and me both nodded.
Oya’s screams tore through my soul, and I took off in a full run. I heard Reaper curse under his breath, but I didn’t give a fuck. She was hurting and I had to get to her. I didn’t care if he heard me coming.
“Thomas don’t do this,” she pleaded.
“Fuck you, bitch!” he screamed.
I reached the last door on the left in the hallway right before the exit. Hearing Oya’s voice in so much pain was a relief and angered me so much that I saw red. I was relieved she was alive. Fucking angry that this bastard had the fucking nerve to touch her.
Wasting no time, I kicked in the door. I didn’t look back to see if Reaper and Snake were with me. I knew they would be.
Thomas Williams was on top of Oya. Her clothes were ripped, and he had her dress pushed up to her waist. One of her eyes was swollen, her legs were scrapped up, and she had a busted lip.
He scrambled off of her and I didn’t hesitate. I put a bullet in one of his knees so he couldn’t get up and move.
“Get Oya out of here,” I shouted as I stalked towards the congressman who was rolling around on the floor screaming.
