The image played on, and Raine shot a frightened glance at the security camera mounted to the nearby lamppost.
“She knew we’d come here. Our brave little…” Liam’s voice cracked.
Cold fury filled Hammer with an even colder purpose. He and Liam knew the enemy and had no doubt what Bill was capable of. He’d do whatever it took to rescue Raine. And if her father’s head start was too big to overcome… Macen ground his jaw tight. He’d kill the fucker so slowly and painfully Bill would grovel for death.
“Your brave little sub clearly wanted the cameras to catch her assailant,” Seth concluded as they watched Bill jam something that looked like a cell phone against Raine’s ribs.
Hammer leaned forward, trying to decipher the mysterious object in Bill’s fist. The man suddenly slapped his hand around Raine’s arm, twisting it behind her back. Her mouth opened as if gasping in pain.
Rage thundered through Hammer as Bill yanked her tight against his round belly, drawing the hand with the black square up a few inches under Raine’s ear. A stun gun. He could kill her with that. Oh, dear god.
Unable to look away, even knowing what would happen next, Hammer gnashed his teeth as Bill pressed the probes against Raine’s neck. Her body spasmed, then she fell limp into her father’s arms. He carted her toward a dark van, jumped in, and rolled out of the lot.
“No!” Liam shouted, his face distorting in agony. “Oh, Raine.”
Hammer lost it. Bolting out of the chair, a feral roar ripped from his throat before he slammed his fist on the metal desktop. Every cell inside him seemed to detonate like an atomic bomb. His body shook with uncontrollable rage.
“How do we find her?” Beck asked.
“We?” Hammer arched a brow.
“Yes,” Beck insisted. “If she needs a doctor…”
“Bill Kendall is a dead man,” Liam vowed.
“Fuck yes. He is. We end this now,” Hammer agreed.
“Guys, we need to call the police,” Seth interjected. “You’ve got video proof that Bill kidnapped her. If we zero in, we might even be able to get a plate number off that van.”
Macen didn’t want to involve the authorities yet. When the police found Bill, they’d merely arrest the prick and let him live through a trial, during which Raine would have to recount everything her father had ever done to her, as well as the violence he heaped on her now.
Liam had it right; Bill Kendall needed to die. Hammer wanted to end his miserable existence. The end more than justified the means if it meant they could bring Raine back home. But no way would he sit at the club with his thumb up his ass, answering a shitload of questions while the wheels of the justice system creaked along at a snail’s pace.
“No,” Hammer barked. “I know exactly where Bill is. He’s sitting at home, waiting for me because he wants his paycheck and he’s using Raine as bait. We’re going to pay him a visit. You stay here on standby. We’ll call you if we need to show the police the footage.”
Understanding curled Seth’s lips into an icy smile. “Got it. Get out of here. Just make sure you all wear gloves. Fighting fingerprint evidence in court isn’t easy.”
“I’ve got gloves in my medical bag,” Beck assured. “I’ll get it and be right back.”
“I’m throwing on the rest of my clothes and grabbing my gun,” Hammer announced as the three men darted out of the room, leaving Seth to wait for their call.
He dressed frantically. Liam and Beck must have done the same as they all met up within two minutes. Finally, with his pistol tucked into the small holster at his side, he raced with the other two for Hammer’s car. Piling in, Macen turned to them. “We get Raine out. Whatever happens after that is self-defense. Got it?”
“Bloody fucking right, it is,” Liam growled.
Beck nodded grimly. “Bill charged you when you attempted to call the police, Hammer. We both saw it.”
With a nod, Hammer tore out of the lot. Urgency breathed down his back. He wanted to press the accelerator to the floor, but his mind warred with him. If he got pulled over for speeding, that would give Bill even more opportunity to—
No. Don’t fucking go there. You already failed and buried one woman you loved. You’ll never make it back again if Bill goes too far and you lose Raine, too.
Hovering just above the posted speed limits, Hammer cursed. He couldn’t get the visual out of his head of Raine’s limp body slumped against Bill or the demented look of triumph on the bastard’s face as he hoisted her into his arms and hurried away. The cowering black-and-blue state in which he’d found the girl in his alley years ago also haunted Hammer. The images blended, flashing through his head in a never-ending loop.