I’m not taking any chances. I can only hope my son has had enough time to get the girl out of that fucking cage. Seeing that nobody has sent me a text, I know I need to move quickly.
When he turns to make his way back into the house, I come up behind him, unsheathing the knife I keep on my upper arm.
“Where you going, big boy?” I hiss as I grab him around the neck.
He struggles under the tight grip of my forearm. I have two choices: I can slice his throat right now, or I can leave him at the mercy of his crew. My sadistic side wins out… There’s no doubt in my mind he’ll be killed when the girl’s escape is discovered. With surveillance set up, I will be able to watch the bastard die at the hands of his own men. These lowlifes have been kidnapping and killing women; I would love to see them pay for their crimes. Right now, though, I need to concentrate on rescuing the girl. I squeeze down on the artery that pumps blood to his brain, and he crumples to a heap at my feet.
I turn just in time to see my guys pull up in the van, and I jump in—perfect timing. We will all live to fight another day. Hell, we have even rescued the woman. She will still have to remain under our watch for a while; I’m not taking any chances that she’ll run her mouth to the authorities. I don’t want this gang of animals locked up in jail before I can see, at least, some of them dead. I know a man who will be perfect for what I have in mind because he has no desire to be indebted to me. I plan on making this work to my benefit in more ways than one. What most people don’t realize is that, depending on who is locked up, gang members can be just as dangerous behind bars as they are on the streets. The right leader can still issue orders, and their men are loyal enough to still carry out those orders on the outside. The world will be much better off without these guys in it, but I’d rather see them self-destruct than take them out myself, and it’s going to take some planning on my part to make that happen.
After seeing my plan through, I’ll eventually blow the whole lot of them up in that pool hall they own, but first, I want to watch them take apart that guard who was on duty—piece by piece. Yeah, I’m a sadistic bastard at heart.
Chapter Twenty One
Kathleen
Standing and watching at the window, I’m so relieved to see the van pull up. I always laugh when I see it because they use it for various jobs, and it looks the part. It’s black with darkly tinted, bulletproof windows, and it has panels that open, enabling them to get a shot off at anybody who might be threatening them. There are hidden compartments in the floorboard, stocked with all the supplies necessary to bind a captive. They even have kill kits they keep ready to go in there. There are plenty of torture tools, including syringes loaded with enough drugs to knock out several victims. The boys are very serious about their work, and it shows.
We never know what kind of job might come up, and tonight was proof of that fact. At times, it’s necessary to kill, but tonight was a rescue mission. I look down at the woman who is being held up by my son’s strong arm. By the way she’s leaning into him, I know she feels safe, and it will only be a matter of time before that innocent hero worship turns into something more. This could pose a problem with Natasha. My son has been head over heels in love with Natasha since childhood, but she has always rejected his advances because she works for Glazov, and she wants to be professional. I wonder if this might be just the thing to wake her up. It’ll definitely be interesting to watch things play out.
Even from a distance, I can see that this woman is beautiful with dark hair that falls down to her ass in ringlets. Nikita has covered her in a blanket, but it fails to fully hide her nightgown—a nightgown so dirty that you can barely tell it was once white. The poor girl… I am proud of the guys for bringing her
When he turns to make his way back into the house, I come up behind him, unsheathing the knife I keep on my upper arm.
“Where you going, big boy?” I hiss as I grab him around the neck.
He struggles under the tight grip of my forearm. I have two choices: I can slice his throat right now, or I can leave him at the mercy of his crew. My sadistic side wins out… There’s no doubt in my mind he’ll be killed when the girl’s escape is discovered. With surveillance set up, I will be able to watch the bastard die at the hands of his own men. These lowlifes have been kidnapping and killing women; I would love to see them pay for their crimes. Right now, though, I need to concentrate on rescuing the girl. I squeeze down on the artery that pumps blood to his brain, and he crumples to a heap at my feet.
I turn just in time to see my guys pull up in the van, and I jump in—perfect timing. We will all live to fight another day. Hell, we have even rescued the woman. She will still have to remain under our watch for a while; I’m not taking any chances that she’ll run her mouth to the authorities. I don’t want this gang of animals locked up in jail before I can see, at least, some of them dead. I know a man who will be perfect for what I have in mind because he has no desire to be indebted to me. I plan on making this work to my benefit in more ways than one. What most people don’t realize is that, depending on who is locked up, gang members can be just as dangerous behind bars as they are on the streets. The right leader can still issue orders, and their men are loyal enough to still carry out those orders on the outside. The world will be much better off without these guys in it, but I’d rather see them self-destruct than take them out myself, and it’s going to take some planning on my part to make that happen.
After seeing my plan through, I’ll eventually blow the whole lot of them up in that pool hall they own, but first, I want to watch them take apart that guard who was on duty—piece by piece. Yeah, I’m a sadistic bastard at heart.
Chapter Twenty One
Kathleen
Standing and watching at the window, I’m so relieved to see the van pull up. I always laugh when I see it because they use it for various jobs, and it looks the part. It’s black with darkly tinted, bulletproof windows, and it has panels that open, enabling them to get a shot off at anybody who might be threatening them. There are hidden compartments in the floorboard, stocked with all the supplies necessary to bind a captive. They even have kill kits they keep ready to go in there. There are plenty of torture tools, including syringes loaded with enough drugs to knock out several victims. The boys are very serious about their work, and it shows.
We never know what kind of job might come up, and tonight was proof of that fact. At times, it’s necessary to kill, but tonight was a rescue mission. I look down at the woman who is being held up by my son’s strong arm. By the way she’s leaning into him, I know she feels safe, and it will only be a matter of time before that innocent hero worship turns into something more. This could pose a problem with Natasha. My son has been head over heels in love with Natasha since childhood, but she has always rejected his advances because she works for Glazov, and she wants to be professional. I wonder if this might be just the thing to wake her up. It’ll definitely be interesting to watch things play out.
Even from a distance, I can see that this woman is beautiful with dark hair that falls down to her ass in ringlets. Nikita has covered her in a blanket, but it fails to fully hide her nightgown—a nightgown so dirty that you can barely tell it was once white. The poor girl… I am proud of the guys for bringing her
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