Wire had notified them of Tony’s location, or had spotted him heading our way. I just didn’t know why they wouldn’t have called to let me know. Maybe I could have stopped Lyssa from going out to meet him.
“Because I have men who owe me favors. They’re going to extract Lyssa,” Casper said. “It’s better this way. You won’t be tied to any of the dead bodies left behind, and neither will I or the Dixie Reapers.”
Torch cracked his neck. “As if that’s ever bothered any of us before.”
Casper glowered. “Maybe not, but we’re not exactly getting any younger. You want to leave a mess behind when you kick the bucket?”
“Really? Now you have me dying any day?” Torch shot back. “Fucker.”
The two of them bickered like an old married couple. While it would normally be entertaining, right now I needed them to focus.
“You think I give a shit about that? I want Lyssa back, and I want those fuckers to bleed. They threatened her little sister or she’d have never gone to them willingly.”
Torch stood silently, but I noticed the tension in his jaw. He wasn’t too happy about this either. For whatever reason, he was letting Casper take the lead on this. I fucking hated it. She was my old lady, my everything. I hadn’t had a chance to tell her what she meant to me. It ate at me. She’d been gone too fucking long. They’d had her for hours, and from what we’d heard, she’d reached the home of her new owner.
I snarled just thinking about someone putting their hands on her.
“Every second she’s with them gives them another opportunity to hurt her. They could be doing anything right now. What if your men are too late?” I demanded. “What’s wrong with using the guys who gave you the intel on this place? Aren’t they still here?”
“Jesus,” Torch muttered. “Would the two of you shut the fuck up? Do you have any idea how hard it is to stand here while my baby is in that house with all those soulless bastards? Hearing the two of you snipe at each other isn’t helping anything. All you’re going to do is make me have a fucking stroke.”
“If you don’t want to stand on the sidelines, why are you?” I asked.
“Fuck this shit. I’m not.” He pulled his gun and marched through the wooded lot toward the house. Casper had sent scouts and we already knew the location of all the guards, assuming they hadn’t had a recent rotation.
I followed Torch, my own weapon in my hand and a knife strapped to my thigh. He’d already taken out the guard at the back door by the time I caught up to him. I heard Casper behind me, muttering about fools not listening, and I went back to ignoring him. How could he leave his granddaughter in this place? It seemed cold even for him, and I’d heard some horror stories over the years.
Torch shot at anyone who moved, the silencer on his gun keeping this relatively quiet, while I rushed up the stairs to the second floor. I didn’t know for certain if Lyssa was up here, but my gut said she was. I went door to door, taking care of anyone who wasn’t my woman, leaving them bleeding out on the floor. All the fuckers needed to die.
I knocked down the last door on the hall, and what I saw made my blood boil and rage filled me. A man had pinned Lyssa to the bed and had been in the process of ripping her clothes off her. With a snarl, I launched myself into the room and went after him. Sorry son of a bitch didn’t even have a weapon on him. Shooting him would be easier, but I needed him to suffer.
I yanked the knife from the sheath on my thigh and slashed at him. I drew blood across his abdomen and his bicep.
“Well, if it isn’t my whore’s first love.” He smiled. “You should sit back and enjoy the show. I’m about to show this bitch how a real man fucks.”
I glanced at Lyssa and noticed she was entirely too still and hadn’t said a damn word yet. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused. “What the hell did you do to her?”
“Gave her a little something to make her more docile. Once I’ve been inside her, she won’t be as inclined to fight me. I always break them the first time, make sure they