“I’ll be pulling the trigger on that bastard Diaz, no one else.” I ordered as we went through our plan and headed down to the target.
Once I knew everyone was in place I kicked the door in, shooting out the lock then we stormed into that house like a tsunami wave ready to wash out the filth. We held our guns up and surrounded the sick fucks. Men with girls and boys chained up, leashed or just bowing at their feet like fucking dogs stood looking at us like we were aliens.
“Times up you sick freaks.” Freddie snapped as we all held up our guns.
“Where the fuck is she?” I glared around the room to see if I could work out which one was Diaz, and then my heart jumped into my mouth as I heard a familiar voice cut through the tension in the room.
“No! Fuck no!” She shouted from the other side of the room.
The sheer relief I felt in that moment was something I’ll never forget. She was alive, she was still as feisty as hell and god damn it was she pissed off with us right now? Really? All the sick fuckers in the room and she chooses us to throw a shit fit at.
I couldn’t help my heart from constricting when I looked at her, saw her as she stood there in a blood stained shirt. She was so tiny and fragile and yet she just oozed confidence. She was formidable, I fucking loved this woman and had to hold myself back from stalking over to her and taking her in my arms. Kissing her hard and throwing her over my shoulder. She always brought out the cave man in me. I think it was her wildness that turned me on the most.
“Hell, no.” She snapped shaking her head. I glanced over at Freddie trying to gage his reaction to all this. I was in a fucking hostage take down situation and ready to murder the sickest individuals in our society and I was fucking turned on, what the hell was that about?
“You don’t get to do this.” She was mad as hell. Under her white shirt I could just about make out some kind of black leather get up. Her hair was a mass of wild chocolate curls falling around her face and shoulders. But her face, damn that face looked fucking beautiful. She was glowing, on fire. Her eyes raged, her jaw clenched tight, her soft pout so kissable, so fuckable I had to take a deep breath to sort myself out. This wasn’t the time to be having the thoughts that I was. I was so horny and so fucking proud of my girl. She kicked ass and even though I knew it would be mine she’d kick before the day was over I didn’t care. I loved her ballsy attitude and I’d take any crap she threw my way because she was mine. She wasn’t going anywhere again, not if it was away from me. That was non-negotiable.
She started raving on about it being her win, her glory and I had to give it to her. I could see from her clothing and the knife she threw down that my girl had fought tooth and nail to get to this room. I hated that she’d had to do that, it was my job to protect her, my responsibility. The realisation that one of these fuckers had touched her or worse hit me and I felt every muscle in my body tense and the hatred and thirst for revenge flow through my veins. But no sooner was I lifting my gun to shoot, I was being verbally shot down by my angel.
She ordered Vinnie to give her a gun. I knew he would, that snake would do anything for her. He looked over at me as if in search of some kind of approval. I just glared at him, he was still on my shit list and bowing to my woman like that didn’t help his cause.
I watched with a sense of pride as she went over to her target Diaz. As she talked to him I raised my gun to aim it at his head and my men followed suit. If he moved even an inch towards her I’d blow his brains out. If he dared to touch her I’d fill his body so full of bullets they wouldn’t even know his carcass was human by the time I’d finished. He was lucky he was still alive and sharing the same air as her. I felt beyond murderous right now, I was deadly.
She whispered something to him then shot the sick fuck in the cock and I smiled. Nice touch angel, I liked her style. No one fucked with my woman and now we all knew it.
She stood back and started to deliver a little speech to the room telling Diaz her bullet was for all the girls and boys he’d fucked up, and then the blood in my veins ran cold as she turned her tirade on me, telling the room that she wasn’t weak, and she was no one’s dirty little fuck. I felt ashamed. I felt like calling out to her that I was a liar, a dumb fuck for saying that and making her feel worthless. She was everything, everything I wanted and everything to me. She was my world. I loved her. But this room wasn’t the place to say it. I couldn’t show weakness in front of the enemy. Damn I couldn’t even show it in front of my men.
Freddie looked sideways at me as she lifted the gun to aim at Diaz’s head.
“Not now.” I stuttered quietly so that he’d know I heard her but I’d deal with it later.
The shot rang out through the room and slaves jumped and whimpered as masters braced themselves for their fate, their skin becoming ashen.
Chloe mentioned two names and said something about us helping them out but I couldn’t focus, I was mesmerised by my beautiful girl and how sexy she looked taking charge, being the boss I always knew she was. My equal, my reflection, my perfect angel and other half. I would make her my wife, she had the title already in my heart, all I needed was the paper…oh and her to agree of course.
She held her head high and told us she was leaving…alone and that she didn’t want to see us again but I knew that was bull shit. She was mine, she had no choice but to see me. I wasn’t letting her go not again.
She pushed past Freddie as he turned to me.
“I think now is the perfect time, hell the only time you’ve got left to get her back brother. Time to go and make this shit right.” Freddie eye balled me but he was right. I couldn’t let her walk out of my life. I wouldn’t let that happen.
“We’ll clean up here boss, sort the slaves and…slaughter the masters. The house will be burnt to the ground in a few hours.” Marco chipped in.
My body was out the door chasing her down before my brain or mouth could even engage in a response.
Chapter 34
I really hadn’t thought through the whole ‘storming out with nothing on my feet and stomping down the gravelly foot path onto the dusty road’ well at all. My soles felt like they were going through their own personal hell right now but I didn’t let it stop me or look back as I strode forward shaking like a leaf but determined to escape to God knows where for God knows how long. I had no clue if there was anything nearby, not even a neighbouring house. All I knew was that I was free and it felt good, terrifying but good. Those poor souls I’d left behind would be looked after and I was about to take my life into an unknown path…yet again. I had to breathe deeply to stop myself from totally hyperventilating at what had just happened. I couldn’t think about it too much otherwise I was liable to totally lose my shit and free fall into crippling guilt.
I heard the crunching sound of his feet as he ran behind me and then slowed down to call out my name.
“Chloe…please wait, just stop and talk to me.”
I didn’t turn round just held up my hand and called back, “I’m not interested, tell someone who gives a shit.”
He didn’t give up though, he sprinted forward and grabbed my arm to spin me round. His face showed no hint of the horrors we’d just walked away from. It was just a regular day at the office for him.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” I seethed at him through my teeth, “You don’t get to touch me anymore.”