I'm not fucking worried. The kid moves with a little more caution behind me but she doesn't call out to me or attempt to hold me back. She just follows me up to the doors of the fucking hellish mansion Odie is trapped in with a motherfucking rapist.
Solid as a fucking rock, she’s got my back.
I pause at the door, just long enough to stake my claim. “I have dibs on the buyer. No one in this house is left breathing."
Harbin steps up beside me, "Done. It's been a while since I got to make a rich man squeal. I've missed the sound, man.”
Roxas eyes the kid, taking in every inch of lead strapped to her body, and nods slowly, like he's impressed. Between that and the gate, I know he’s seeing her a little clearer now. "Wanna make it a little more fun, kid? Highest count buys the first round when we're done."
Fuck that.
I move forward, not ready to be making fun and fucking games of this shit until I have my girl back. The kid shuts him down hard but I’m too busy getting an eyeful of the door to make a comment.
The fucking giant thing is plated in steel and iron and yet, wouldn’t you know, the fucking thing is unlocked. Clearly they’re betting on the gates keeping people out.
I push it open and find three men, dressed in suits and strapped with guns waiting behind it.
The first guy frowns at us while the other two grab for their guns. The kid shoots them both, while I throw a cleaver at the guy stupid enough to try to talk to us. It hits him in the thigh taking him to the ground. I step up quickly to him, a boot to the shoulder knocking him all the way to the ground.
“What—”
“Where the fuck is the girl? Where the fuck have you taken her?” I snarl, and when he sputters back at me I press my boot into his throat, slowly crushing his windpipe.
I manage to calm the bloodthirsty rage in myself enough to stop before I actually kill him.
Dead men can’t talk.
“Answer the fucking question or I’ll kill you so bloody your ancestors will feel it.”
The guy coughs and hacks as I ease up. I hear more men walking in but their bodies hit the ground fast, Harbin and Roxas spreading out and beginning to clear the first floor. The kid stays with me, watching my back as I choke this fucker out.
“W-we rescued h-her.” He gurgles and I snap and stomp down, killing him as his neck snaps and then I lean over to yank the cleaver out of his thigh. Blood shoots out and sprays everywhere, his heart still spasming in his chest, and suddenly the place looks like something out of a horror movie.
“Dead men aren’t giving us directions,” the kid says, and I shrug back, stalking over to the staircase with her hot on my heels.
“Now we know for sure that she’s here and I’m not wasting time with that dickhead while some other cunt might be hurting her.”
I don’t say raping her… or killing her. It can’t fucking happen. Whatever it takes, I’m getting her right the fuck now. I take the stairs three at a time and palm one of my guns as the doors start to open on the second floor. I don’t need to worry about it though, the kid is a fucking good shot. I’m not expecting her to be, knives have always been more of her thing, but I know she got some lessons from O’Cronin just after she got inducted into the Twelve.
Diarmuid O’Cronin, the black sheep of that useless fucking family. He’s a total fucking dickhead, a cocky asshole, but he’s a sharpshooter like the Bay has never seen before and obviously a decent teacher. Two men collapse at the top of the stairs, bullets between their eyes, and their lifeless corpses come crashing down the steps. I kick one away and Lips stays close behind me so they don’t take out her legs.
We go through every fucking room on the second floor but every last one of them is empty. No men and no Odie, the rage pumping through my veins is like poison, burning me up to nothing but ash and pain. Where the fuck is she? Who the hell is she with?
As we work our way up to the third floor, Harbin and Roxas join us covered from head to toe in