Inevitable (King Crime Family #2) - J.L. Beck Page 0,73

at my back. Two knives are hidden where I can easily grab them. I’m ready to take his heart and rip it the fuck out.

“Then let’s go. I’m ready.”

I want to tell Jared he can’t come either, but I need someone else. I need backup, and someone to take her and get the fuck out if shit goes bad.

James slips into his coat and out the door. For a second, I want to breathe in the air inside the house. Her scent surrounds me and invades every part of my body. She isn’t just mine; she’s a part of me, and I won’t survive without her.

This has to end with Amara alive. No matter if I make it, she has to.

Pulling up to the abandoned factory, I sigh. There is not a single car in sight. We’re miles off a beaten path. Good, I think to myself. When Mack is screaming for me to stop breaking his bones over and over again, no one will hear him.

“Ready for this?” Jared asks, but I don’t feel the need to answer. Of course, I am.

Gripping my gun tightly in my hand, I open the car door and step out.

“Drive around, James, but stay close,” I order before shutting the door.

I creep to the nearest door and bust into the place like I own it. My heart is racing, and my palms are sweaty. I’m not sure what I’m about to discover—in what state I’m going to find Amara.

As I push through the door, my eyes take in all the metal beams surrounding us. Machinery is pushed out of the way and littered throughout the building. In the center of the room is a small body lying on the floor. Even from this distance, I can see its Amara.

Every fiber in my body urges me to run to her, pick her up and wrap her in my arms, telling her I’ll never let her go again.

“Nice of you to join us.” Mack’s sickening voice fills the large room as he steps out of the shadows. I stand perfectly still, forcing my limbs to stay frozen as I watch him walk over to her.

Leaning down, he grabs her by the back of the neck and pulls her up. She cries out in pain and tries to fight him off, but he just shakes her like a rag doll.

She goes silent, and then our eyes meet across the room. Terror fills her features, and I almost slip. I almost let the mask fall from my face, but I manage to keep it in place, knowing that this will end badly if I don’t.

Forcing my gaze to stay uninterested, I take her in. Her hair looks messy, and her body is shaking. Her shirt is ripped, hanging in pieces off her slender body. Her pants are undone and slightly pulled down, her underwear peeking out.

Mack pulls out a gun and points it at her head. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t even flinch or make a single sound. Her eyes never leave mine, and I know exactly what she is thinking.

This is the end.

20

Amara

Sounds drag me from my sleep, but my mind is too hazy to make sense of them. My head feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton, and I’m unable to form a coherent thought.

Out of nowhere, Mack appears in front of me, yanking me up by my neck. I feebly attempt to fight him off before he shakes me so hard, I think I’ll pass out again.

When the shaking stops, my eyes focus on the figure standing across from me. It takes everything inside of me not to cry out in happiness as I see Enzo standing there. Then our eyes connect, and all the joy drains from my body. His eyes are void of all emotion. A cold, hard stare is all I see, spiking my fear more than Mack’s tightening hold on my neck.

Enzo says nothing to Mack’s welcoming, simply stares in silence.

“Come to collect your whore?” Mack’s voice booms in my ear as he cocks the gun against my head.

“My whore?” Enzo’s face turns business-like as he raises an eyebrow up in questioning.

“Yes, this one right here, the one with a bullet cocked and loaded for her. Eli fucked her—you know that, right? The question is, do you know how much she enjoyed it? I heard her scream in pleasure all the way from across the factory… or maybe those were cries of pain,” he shrugs, “you know it’s hard to tell