Page 85 of With This Kiss
Stupid fuckers.
It took some scrolling before I found the location—a warehouse that the Caparelli used to store their goods about five years back, before the police raided it. It had stood empty since… until tonight.
I pulled out my own phone and called in reinforcements, but I knew Makar, Baran, and Fabian were busy loading the goods elsewhere. It would take them a while to get here.
It looked like I would be on my own for a while.
Wouldn’t fucking matter.
I was getting her out of that place tonight, no matter what.
At a glance,the warehouse appeared empty. But upon closer inspection, I could see several men standing guard. My best bet was to take them out one at a time, as much as I could, before they noticed something was up.
I snuck up on the first one from behind. My blade had already slit his throat before he could think about making a sound. His blood gushed out and hit my hand. The warm liquid helped to keep me focused and not rushed, even if that was what I wanted to do. I let the body fall before dragging it inside the building, hiding it behind a small alcove nearby.
I moved along the wall, letting the darkness be my cover. The fuckers around were sloppy. Untrained.
I wondered if this was truly a reflection of the Caparelli men. Then again, they weren’t really with the famiglia, considering they were willing to help a traitor kidnap Jamie.
I found my next target once I rounded the corner of the warehouse. The fucker was on his phone, clearly distracted.
They were making this way too fucking easy.
I silently moved toward him and, like the first fucker, slit his throat before he was even aware of what was going on. There wasn’t really anywhere for me to hide the body, so I sat him up against the wall and left him there. Hopefully, it would be a while before they caught him.
I managed to kill three more on the outside, and then there weren’t any left.
It seemed the fucker only managed to turn a few handfuls of the Caparelli’s men with him if five men were all he could spare to guard the outside.
There would be more on the inside. I pushed my way toward the broken window and looked inside. I couldn’t find anyone.
Where was she?
I pushed away and looked up.
It was possible he had her on the upper level. It would be riskier to go up from the inside. I looked around, hoping to find something I could use to help me scale the building.
There was a fixed ladder about twenty feet away from where I stood. Just as I was about to walk over to it, I felt someone behind me.
I turned around too late and got a punch in the face.
My head bounced back from the impact, and before I could really get my bearings straight, arms wrapped around me from behind. Someone kicked the back of my knees, and I fell to the ground. The arms around me tightened.
“What do we have here?” a voice said. I looked up at the fucker, but it was too dark to make out his face. “What’s your business here?”
I didn’t speak.
“No?” he asked. “Let’s see how well you can keep your silence after a few rounds with us.”
The man holding me let out a chuckle. He hauled me up to a standing position and pushed me forward to follow the fucker in front of me. I stumbled a little on my feet, and the fucker looked back. “Try to keep up, princess.”
We made it inside the warehouse and up the metal stairs leading to the upper level. The first sight that greeted me nearly had me coming undone.
Jamie stood in the middle, her arms held above her head and her wrists tied tightly together with a rope. Her bare feet barely touched the ground. She was on her tiptoes, and there was already a bruise forming on her face. She was in her home clothes—a thin fucking shirt that I knew offered no protection against the cold chill in the warehouse and black leggings, and that was all. The fucker really just took her straight from her apartment and tied her up here.
I was going to kill every one of the fuckers in here.
Her eyes widened when she saw me, and I shook my head.
