It had taken my brothers less than fifteen minutes to come storming through my busted apartment door after I’d called, sure that monster had taken her.
Where, was the problem.
We’d already gone to the hotel where he’d been staying. It’d only taken a stack of cash to get it out of the receptionist that he’d checked out three days ago.
Torment howled through my body, and I pulled myself from where I was sagged against the counter and raged back across the floor, both hands dragging through my hair like it could tame what ate me alive.
Aggression.
Violence that streaked.
I needed to keep them. Rein them until they could be unleashed.
“Logan,” Trent said, approaching me like he was approaching a rabid animal.
It wasn’t far off.
“I have to get to her.” It was a rasp.
Hatred.
Fear.
Agony.
A dangerous cocktail that was going to blow.
“Knew that prick wasn’t goin’ to stand down. Was clear as day last night. He’s out for something.”
“For my girl. I shouldn’t have left. God. I shouldn’t have left.”
I dropped to my knees on the rug, gutting weakness taking me over.
I shouldn’t have left.
I clutched the hollow ache that moaned in my chest. “If something happens to her…”
To them.
Nausea spun.
“We’ll find her,” Trent promised as he came to crouch in front of me. I’d rambled everything I could give them when they’d first shown, confessing everything I’d held onto for years.
“Do you have details? Any clue? Could he be headed back to Los Angeles?”
I shifted onto my butt, leaning against the couch and blinking through the turbulence that narrowed my sight.
“Possibly. If he was going to use her against her father?” My head shook as I searched for an answer. “I don’t fucking know.”
The only thing I knew was I was going to destroy him.
And if he hurt her?
My ribs flared as I drew in a ragged breath.
I flew to my feet when there was suddenly a commotion at the door that gaped open.
Trent did, too, and Jud raced over to take up my side.