Parked in a dark alley, I watched as Jasmine Willard walked across the street towards her apartment complex. She quickly glanced in both directions before finally unlocking the security door to the building.
"Who is she watching for?" I wondered out loud while Nick continued loading his clip with bullets.
"I'm sure Alessandro warned her to keep a close watch for suspicious activity before entering the building. Especially since he's inside."
It's way past the time we dealt with Lorenzo's family problem. We should be more focused on the bigger threat—those bastard Russians. The sooner that we hand over Alessandro to Lorenzo, the sooner we can focus more on figuring out who stole the USB chip that I'm convinced holds all the answers to my questions.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. DJ sent me a vague message before I arrived, " Cole mentioned from the back seat.
"What did it say?" Nick asked, glancing at him through the rearview mirror.
"Just how he had a big surprise waiting for Damien once we're finished up here." Cole shrugged, tossing two black ski masks at us.
I slipped the thick nylon fabric over my face, adjusting it so I could see out of it, and unlatched the safety on my gun. "God, I sure hope that it's a good surprise for once instead of more bullshit."
"Me too, boss." Nick sighed.
"Ready?" I asked them once we stepped out of the SUV. They both nodded.
"We've got Noah posted on the rooftop of the building across from the apartment complex. He's got the front entrance covered." Cole whispered once we finally reached the back of the entrance of the building.
Nick quickly crouched to one knee, pulled out a small black pouch that held small tools that he used to pick locks, and went right to work on unlocking the door.
Hearing the click of the lock unlatching, Nick stood and smirked. "Easy-peasy." he chuckled.
Entering the building, the smell of urine and smoke hit my nose instantly.
"Fuck," Cole complained, gagging.
Nick snickered, "Pussy."
Cole flipped him off, "Suck my dick."
We dodged piles of garbage and chunks of rotten debris from the tiled flooring. Why the hell is this place locked up like this? This had to of been done by Alessandro.
My eyes wandered up the peeling walls and I immediately froze when I spotted a small black camera in the corner above the stairs.
"Shit, look." I pointed up to it. "He's got cameras watching everyone that enters." The clever bastard.
"What do you want us to do, boss? "Cole asked.
Eyes scanning the walls, I continued to follow the cord's direction until it disappeared into the ceiling, "There's only one camera."
I pulled out my .45, securing the silencer, "Eyes open boys," I warned, aiming the gun at the camera. I pulled the trigger and shot it.
"Go!" I ordered, pointing up the stairs.
We quietly ascended the stairs to the second floor and the smell of marijuana started to grow stronger the closer we walked towards the apartment.
Nick pointed at the number 42 and slowly approached the apartment. You could hear the sounds of loud music blaring from the other side and the faint sound of a woman screaming.
"Sounds like he's having fun," Cole chuckled softly.
Nick's lips curled to an evil smile. "Shit looks like we showed up just in time."
"One. Two. Three." I mouthed. Cole booted the door open, the wood splintering as it crashed against the floor.
Our guns aimed, we quietly walked inside. Heavy metal music played loud from the stereo that sat on top of an entertainment stand. A thin layer of smoke lingered in the air throughout the dimmed apartment.
I suddenly heard the sound of a woman screaming from the back bedroom. Cole and Nick positioned themselves on each side of the door. Nick slowly reached down, checking the doorknob, and gave me a small nod.
I tucked the gun into the waistband of the back of my pants, and gave Nick a short nod, signaling that I was ready for him to open the door.
Nick swung the door open, and Cole stormed inside the room with his gun aimed. A shocked and shirtless Alessandro tried to grab the gun that was on a table, but Nick got to him before he was able to reach it.
Pulling my mask off, I began searching the room for the dancer, Jasmine. "Where's your stripper?" I asked Alessandro, who's now being tied to a small chair.
He sneered, glaring, but refused to say a word. Nick struck him in the mouth with his gun, "He asked you a fucking question."
I glanced around and spotted a door beside the uncovered bed. I walked over and opened it. My brows hiked in surprise. A large black cage sat on the floor of what appeared to be a closet. Inside was Jasmine's bloodied and unconscious body.
"What the fuck?" I whispered.
I quickly shook my head. "Nick, take his ass to the SUV."
While Nick hauled his ass out, I pulled my phone out and dialed Lorenzo's number.
Cole walked up beside me. "Holy shit. What the fuck are we gonna do about her?" He asked, staring down at the cage.
"We will bring her with us. Lorenzo can figure out what he wants to do with her. We can't leave any loose ends."
"Ah, Damien," Lorenzo answered. "Tell me you have good news?" His throaty chuckle sounded through the speaker.
"We've got him. Meet me at Dante's Estate."
"I'm on my way," he said before hanging up.
I placed my phone back into my pocket and watched as Cole pulled the girl's bloody, battered body out of the cage. What the fuck did he do to her? And why the fuck was she in a dog cage inside of that closet? Fuck, this bastard must be one twisted son of a bitch...
Once we returned to the estate, I tossed Alessandro into one of Dante's cells in the basement and waited for Lorenzo to arrive.
I sat behind Dante's old oak desk, a glass of bourbon in my hand. "Where's Ray?" I asked Cole.
Sitting on the leather sofa beside Nick, he pulled his phone out. "The tracker shows that she's at the hospital."
We placed trackers in different items and all vehicles to help keep track of where she is at all times, along with her security detail. There's no way in hell I'm ever going to lose the only woman I love.
"So, what do you think Lorenzo's going to do about the girl?" Nick asked before snorting a line of coke.
Lighting a cigarette, I rested my back against the chair. "I have no idea. But that's his problem, not mine. At the moment, we've got bigger fish to fry."
Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Cole asked, "where is she?"
"I have her locked in one of the guest rooms until Lorenzo arrives."
Someone knocked on the door before entering.
"Sir, Ink is here, he needs to speak with you." Jacks informed.
I nodded, "Bring him to me."
Jacks nodded and disappeared out the door, "I thought he wanted to meet in the morning?" I wondered out loud.
Nick stepped up to the small bar, pouring a glass of bourbon just as the door opened.
"Well, how's it going, boys?" Ink asked, grinning by the doorway.
I chuckled, motioning him in, "How was your ride?"
Sitting in the chair in front of the desk, he laughed, "Not too bad."
"So, what information do you have on Caleb LeBlanc?" I got straight to the point. I've been patient long enough about finding my little brother.
"I've got great news," he smirked, pulling a joint from behind his ear. "Tonight, we found him."
My brows dipped, "Found him? Found him where?"
"Here," he chuckled.
I tilted my head, "Here?"
"Yeah. He fights in underground matches. He's pretty damn good if you ask me. We followed him to a club after he won his fight and nabbed him before he could leave."
My little brother is a fighter? Shit, I'm impressed.
"Where is he now?" I asked.
"He's knocked out in my hotel room with DJ."
Confused and excited, I jumped to my feet. "Take me to him."
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