Page 73 of Beautiful Chaos
I’ll need to set up a meet and greet for these new guys.
I took a couple of breaths to calm the steadily increasing rage building. Losing my cool wouldn’t do anybody any good, but neither would standing around.
“What the fuck are we waiting on. let’s get those sons of bitches.” I snarled.
We needed to reach her before they could harm her in any way. I could never forgive myself if we didn’t get there in time.
The hour was ending, and they would be expecting my call but instead, I would be gracing them with an in-person visit. I couldn’t wait to see the look in that bastard’s eyes when he got up close and personal with my Forty-five.
Max examined the blueprints of the warehouse, where she was being held. Judging by the picture he sent to my phone, and the size of the window in the photo’s background, it was clear they were holding her in a basement of some kind.
Max and I planned to walk right to the fucking front door. Hector and one of Joseph’s guys would take the back, and the other four would take any windows or doors surrounding the building.
From the looks of it, the window had bars, but Hector seemed to think he could find a way in and get Harper out safely.
I fucking hope so.
We parked several hundred feet from the small warehouse, staying hidden in the shadows as much as possible we walked toward the door. Coming into the parking lot Hector shot out the streetlights near the doors. Max had already hacked into the surveillance system and worked his magic so that we could sneak in undetected.
The heavy metal doors squealed when Max and I entered the front entrance.
“Unlocked” I scoffed. “Amateurs.” I rolled my eyes with a smirk. Even though I harbored a strong dislike for my father’s way of life, I have to confess, that whenever I got the rare chance to get involved in something worthwhile, I relished it immensely.
Max opened his mouth but quickly closed it. The sound of voices echoed through the building. From what I could tell it was just two male voices. The muffled sounds were inaudible but seemed clearer the closer we got to the only room with a light on. The door was propped open with a cinder block.
I signaled Max to stop when I saw the shadowing of someone walking toward the door.
“It’s been an hour. He’s playing with us now.” One voice stated.
“Looks like we’ll need to send him something to show how serious we are.” The second voice persisted cheerfully.
Too cheerfully.
“Havoc, if we go back down there don’t fucking touch her. Crushed balls won’t be the only thing you need to worry about, do you hear me?”
“Come on Malice, the bitch deserves it after kneeing me, plus we already had her, it would be like revisiting an old friend.” He teased.
“Remember how good she was?” he asked sucking in a breath as if he were reminiscing.
Picturing Harper kneeing that asshole in the balls helped ease my anger. I glanced at Max, who sported a smirk identical to mine. The grin on his face said it all – he was just as excited about this as I was.
No one hurts Harper and laughs about it. We will enjoy making them pay.
They walked toward a door on the opposite side of the room. I grabbed my phone and sent a quick text to Hector warning him that they were on the move. Hopefully, he already reached Harper and ensured her safety. My wishful thinking was short-lived when I heard Harper’s voice come out of nowhere.
“Get your hands off of me, you disgusting pig!” Her screams were followed by a very audible, ‘hawk tuah’
A fire was set in my veins at the thought of anyone’s hands on her but mine. I gave Max a stern look and gestured toward the brothers’ direction. Max went first and I followed close behind. We managed to reach the other door, which was left slightly open.
I cautiously descended an old staircase, making sure to miss any broken steps to avoid noise. As soon as I was far enough down to peer into the room, I found Hector hidden in a corner behind some old machinery.
I glanced over the room to see Harper still hanging as she was in the photo. One of those fuckers had his hand down her shirt.
Harper thrashed about trying to get him from her, but it only fueled his behavior. He started to let his hands roam further down her abdomen, I looked over at Max with Fury in my eyes. Without warning I stepped out into view.
“I believe the lady asked you to get your hands off of her,” I spoke loudly, drawing the attention of both Havoc and Malice as they snapped their heads in my direction. Malice reached to grab the gun from his waistband.
Wagging my finger, I said, “Ah, ah!’”.