“Fuck,” Kenton clips.
“I need you to call Leo and have him go to the second address Justin gave me. Tell him about his history and let him know I want that fucker dead.”
“If he doesn’t get taken out by one of us tonight, the second he’s in jail, he’s dead,” Kenton mutters.
I know he has that kind of power, has people everywhere who owe him. I want that. Either way, the motherfucker’s gonna die for even looking at Sophie.
I stoop, making my way in front of one window then another until I’m at the back of the house. I can hear arguing from inside, and I signal for Kenton to follow. I take three steps, my back hitting the wall near the back door before I turn the handle. It clicks open, and I lift my Glock, pressing the door open with it. I search both ways while stepping into the kitchen. I hear Kenton behind me as we scope out the first two rooms we come to.
“It’s all clear down here,” he whispers.
I nod then point up the stairs. We make our way to the top, and there are two doors; one has a light penetrating from the bottom of it. I gesture to it with a tilt of my gun, and Kenton signals over his shoulder to the door behind him. He cautiously opens it to find it empty, and then I lean forward, trying to hear anything from inside the lit room. I hear two male voices and a whimper.
I have been moving on autopilot since she was taken, just doing what was necessary to get her home. I know the minute I open the door that I’m going to kill whoever is in that room with her.
Kenton nods to the room he just checked, motioning with his left hand to show me that he’s about to set off a distraction. It takes two seconds for the flash bang to go off. The door to the room I’m covering flies open, and one guy comes out. I shoot him in the head without a second thought. The second guy we heard inside points a gun at Sophie.
“Drop the fucking gun,” I tell him, my gun aimed at his head, ready for the smallest opening.
“You killed my brother,” he says, looking down at the man at my feet.
I hear Sophie whimper and look at her for the first time. Her eyes are full of tears, she has a gag in her mouth, her face is pale, and she is tied to a chair. All I can think about is getting her out of here to somewhere safe.
“I should fucking kill her. You killed my brother!” he yells, and I watch his finger tighten on the trigger.
“Drop the fucking gun, David,” Kenton says this time from behind me.
“Fuck you! I’m not David. I’m Dustin.” He looks at Sophie. “I fucking told him you weren’t worth it. You didn’t even know, did you? He’s my twin. We like to pretend to be the same person. It’s a fun game, and no one ever figured it out until it was too late.”
“Eyes on me, fucker,” I growl, his eyes coming back to me. “You’re dead. There is nothing you could say or do to get out of this.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This is all your fault.” He points the gun at me. “You and your brother Cash’s fault. I thought I had chance at something real with Lilly, and then he came along and took her from me—just like you took Sophie from David.”
“Fuck me,” I breathe.
“You’re crazy,” Kenton says calmly.
Before I have a chance to blink, there’s a loud explosion in the hall, and Dustin moves his gun towards us. I take my opening and shoot once, hitting him between the eyes. Blood goes everywhere, including on Sophie, who starts to scream against the gag in her mouth.
I go to her side, carefully pulling the gag out before untying her hands and feet, wrapping her in my arms. She starts sobbing, her fingers digging into me, her face going into my neck. I pull her away, wanting to check her over.
“I got you, baby. You’re safe,” I tell her, cupping her face. I check her over and see nothing until I reach her stomach, where the nightgown she has on is covered in blood across her lower abdomen. If those fucks weren’t dead, I would kill them all over again. “I’m gonna get you to the hospital, baby.” I put my arm under her knees and pick her up.
“Leo’s here,” Kenton says, coming back into the room. Two seconds later, Leo and two other men I met recently walk in behind him.
“Ambulance is en route,” Leo says, looking at Sophie, who is clinging to me.
“We’ll get this cleaned up. Take care of her,” Kenton says.
I nod, carrying Sophie out of the house and down the stairs, and as soon as I reach the front door, the ambulance pulls up.
“I got you, baby,” I tell her, not sure if I’m reminding her or myself at this point.
“Our girls?” she asks against the skin of my neck.