Page 15 of Psycho Saviors

Julian smiled at me, a sincere look that warmed my heart, those dark eyes relieved as he squeezed my hand.

I had no idea why, maybe it was this shared kidnapping, but things had changed. I knew it.

Hopefully, it would be for the better.

I closed my eyes, willing my pounding heart to let up now that we were safe.

Too bad it was a false sense of security.

A thunderous boom lurched the vehicle to the side, and I screamed as I was thrown from my seat, my head slamming into the other side of the vehicle.

Julian’s voice was the last thing I heard as the darkness swallowed me up.

6

CRISTIAN

These bastards would all die for this stunt. You didn’t take from us. How dare they think they could do this, steal my brother away and then try to make fucking demands. They were already living on borrowed time from the second they stole the pair of them.

The moment they’d even thought to take Scarlet from me.

I grinned as I aimed the grenade launcher at the next building in their stupid little compound. I knew exactly where Scarlet and Julian were being held, so all these other buildings, they were getting blown sky-high.

I launched another, the deafening boom shaking the earth as the building exploded before me, our SWAT men swarming the main building and taking down every damn prick who tried to stop us.

Tyrone was being smart, he’d hung back, coordinating this attack from a safe location. Not me, I couldn’t do that shit. Not with what was at stake. I wanted to be in the field, blowing shit up, spilling blood on this battlefield they’d set for us.

I’d show them just what happened when you fucked with the Silvestris. When you fucked with me.

I fired off another shot, whooping as another building exploded, sending men scattering like field mice.

I’d have to commend Julian for loving his cat too much and having the fancy tracking chip put into the feisty feline. Thanks to Tyrone remembering that, we’d found them with ease. We’d wondered if they’d have lost him or tossed him, but sure enough, his chip had pinged at a known compound of the Russos, and we were able to get an exact location so I knew which building not to blow to high heaven.

“Package located in good order, moving for extraction.” The words came over my radio statically, and a rush of relief swept through me. They’d been found alive. Good. I wouldn’t say the same for the rest of these bastards.

“We can retreat,” one of my men called out.

“No. We’re not done here until everyone is dead,” I barked. They took my little kitten from me, and my brother.

“Sir, you should take cover,” one of my men barked as I moved to fire off another round into another building.

I just scoffed at the absurd suggestion.

I had my bullet-proof vest on, that was good enough. Besides, there was something about being out in the thick of it that truly made me feel alive.

There was nothing like the fragility of life, the gunfire and screams made you feel alive, the adrenaline coursing through your veins as your life teetered in the balance.

I’d wanted us to drop the damn tank in here that I’d bought a few years back, but Tyrone had said a tank being airlifted over the city was going to cause too much stir, so I’d gone with the grenade launcher.

There was just something about things going boom that made my heart sing.

For that, they deserved to die.

“Sir, they’ve got Romeo over here. Aldo’s remains have been located by one of the buildings,” another man rushed up to me, the words rushing out as he tried to catch his breath.

Ah, Romeo. I’d have to take my rage out on him since Aldo, his brother, was dead. He’d been sighted at the ice-cream place, so I’d wanted to personally make him pay. Although it seemed I’d accidentally blown him up.

Such a shame. I’d just have to take out my fury on the remaining heir of the Russo family.