Love Scars: Bad Boy's Bride(29)

The man closed his eyes. Asshole probably hoped he'd bleed out before I reached him. Unfortunately for his stupid ass, God wasn't handing out mercy to Rossini motherfuckers today.

Took forever to get my position just right. The fucker was whimpering, clenching his wound, what little skin he showed turning pale as a ghost. I'd finally gotten my legs around his neck when the truck bounced.

One of my guys had nailed the driver.

We both sailed high into the air as the fucking thing jerked, slid, and then came to an abrupt stop. My spine rattled when we hit the floor, never letting go of the hold I had on his head. He went flying like a ragdoll. His head hit the bench where they'd been sitting next to me.

I'd heard the sickly thwack when a man's skull splits like a squash more times than I could count. Never stopped being satisfying.

The big door burst open a second later, flying up like the world's fastest garage door. Boris, Nikolai, and several guys from the casino ran in and yanked me up on my feet, guns drawn.

“Chyort voz'mi!” Boris exploded.

Oh, shit. Yeah, he could say that again.

I didn't have to see the bruise those fuckers left on the side of my head to know it was bad. Fucking thing throbbed like hellfire the instant I opened my eyes.

“Get him to the car! Boss needs a doctor!”

They were carrying me out like a heavy sac of bricks when I jerked in their arms. Boris leaned to my ear, trying to calm me down. Took both his hands around one wrist to make me think about no longer flailing my fist. He still wasn't strong enough by himself to keep me down.

“You'll be okay, D. We already brought in a guy from the local hospital to check you out, just as soon as we're back at the casino –“

“Shut your fucking mouth,” I growled. “We're not heading back. No goddamned retreat. Least of all to a place where security was fucked up the first time.”

I thrashed, but somehow they managed to move my ass, pulling me into the car. Boris sat next to me, holding me up, trying to keep me from standing up and shredding the roof of the fucking vehicle. He reached into a toolbox and used a steel cutter to snap the chains on my wrist. Bastard no doubt wondered if that was such a good idea after all when I sat up, ready to slam my free hands into the nearest face.#p#分页标题#e#

“Calm down, sir! You're safe! You've taken a bad blow to the head, sir, you need to trust us!” Nikolai sputtered.

“It's not me I'm worried about – they got my fucking girl!” The fire in my skull faded when I thought about her, and then leaped up again, a demon ready to make me spill rivers of blood. “They got my Anna.”

Beautiful, perfect, sweet fucking Anna. My Anna. The girl I'd married and started to work on a baby with, now heading home to her asshole old man.

Fuck! I swung my fists.

Nikolai ducked back in the limo just in time. Good thing too because I would've broken the fucker's jaw if he'd been a second too slow.

“We're working on it, sir!” Nikolai said. “He double-crossed you.”

“God damn, Nick, give me something new to chew on instead of the same old shit!”

He swallowed nervously. “Casino cameras tracked the trucks as soon as they sped off, one for each of you. We followed. They took her down to the private docks downtown. Rossini brought his ship, just like you thought. Sorry, sir, but there was only time to go after one...we thought it better to go after you, sir.”

I shook my head, grinding my teeth. “Thoughts aren't gonna do shit. I expected that motherfucker to screw me over. Just thought it would be closer to the hand off we planned tomorrow – not in my own fucking spa!”

Boris shifted uncomfortably. “We're still trying to figure out how they got in, D.”

“Fuck it. What's done is done. There'll be plenty of time for rolling heads over this shit later. Right now, you tell the driver to turn this goddamned thing around and head for the docks. Get in a rental order for a ship right fucking now. We're going after her while they haven't gotten far.”

Boris' eyes widened. “D, you're in no condition to mount a –“

“Rescue? Fuck yes, I am. I can stand and swing my fucking fists, can't I? This fucking blow to the head hasn't laid me low. You need me to come over there and peel your damned eyes open so you can see I'm not flopping around on the ground? Look, damn you. I'm breathing, I'm pissed, and I'm ready to fight. If either of you assholes try to disobey a direct order and try to stop me, you'll be first on the fucking list.”

Nikolai held his hands up. Fucker had good reason to guard himself. Right now, I was a crazed bull, ready to charge the whole fucking world, friend or foe. They were all the same – anybody and everybody who kept me from my wife a second longer.