Page 118 of Disturbed Lucidity

Seconds later, the warehouse to the right of us blew, sending debris sky high. Then, a second detonation, and a small shed blew, obliterated, into nothing.

Stilling, I stopped firing, looking around the area at all the men fighting their way closer to the warehouse when my comms unit crackled twice more again.

Without thinking, I shouted, “Everyone, get the fuck down!”

The second the words left my lips, green laser lights lit up the area as men fell to the ground like dominos. The second the last gunshot fired, I stood and watched when six men walked leisurely toward me through the smoke and debris like they were out for a Sunday stroll. The man in the middle stopped before me, extending his hand.

“That’s two you owe me, Lucifer.”

Happily taking his hand, he helped me to my feet, and I groaned. “It’s still one, and this shit doesn’t count. What the fuck are you doing here, Law?”

“Seems we both are looking for the same fucknut,” the owner of the Harbor Security Firm in New York City said, looking around the area as his men breached the warehouse.

Law’s Delta Team entered through the side door, then split up, easily eliminating the remaining men. Equipped with the AR15s and silencers, the job was much easier and quieter, not wanting to raise any more alarms.

Following, I scoured the warehouse.

I couldn’t find her anywhere. Not seeing her made me nervous. An emotion that was detrimental and could get me killed easily. Watching while my brothers and the Soulless Sinners took out and killed everything that moved did little to ease the worry and tension in my soul. She was somewhere in here, and until I found her, that meant she was still with him.

“IVY!” I shouted, moving quickly.

With Law and Montana behind me, I raced the stairs to the right of me. Montana and a few of his men cleared the second floor. Heading up high to the third floor, I noticed two men slumped over, protecting the door ahead. They had guns in their hands but weren’t moving. Law didn’t hesitate to fire off two head shots, ensuring they were dead.

Kicking the door open, Law and I entered the room to find Detective Robin Calloway curled into a ball on the floor, naked, beaten, and bloody. Her body, ravaged by so many bruises, she barely looked recognizable.

“Fuck,” Law cursed, rushing over to her. Crouching low, he reached out and barely touched her when she screamed bloody murder, fighting as if her life depended on it.

“Robin, it’s me. Matthew. Matthew Law. You’re safe, honey.”

Shaking her head, she scooted back against the wall, trying unsuccessfully to disappear into nothing.

Cursing, I leaned my head out of the door and yelled, “I need a Soulless Sinner up here fast!” Turning back to Law, I added, “I have to find Ivy.”

“Go. I’ve got her,” he said. Payne and Fury rushed into the room, halting in their tracks as they took in the room.

“Holy shit,” Fury cursed.

Backing away, I continued down the hall, kicking doors open, one by one, looking for my woman. I knew she was in this building, behind one of these doors.

Hearing a male voice, I didn’t think when I kicked the door open and took my shot, hitting the motherfucker in the right side of his chest area.

I walked over to the man who was still alive but breathing raggedly. He was coughing up blood, and I knew under these circumstances he had little time left. I crouched down beside the man and took a good look at the son of a bitch and asked, “Where the fuck is Ivy?”

The man laughed, coughing up blood. His sneer and wild eyes told me I would not be getting any information from him anytime soon.

“He dead?”

Whipping my head around, my eyes landed on a naked little boy, no older than four, maybe five. The little boy was beaten black and blue, his eyes void of life as he stared at the man on the floor next to me.

“He will be soon,” I muttered, taking off my cut before ripping my shirt off my back. Walking over to the kid, I handed him my shirt. He cautiously took it, his hands shaking.

“You here to hurt me too?”

“No, buddy. I’m here to make sure no one hurts you ever again.”

Taking my shirt from him, I quickly pulled it over his little body. Without asking, I picked up the small boy, carrying him out of the room. I left the man on the floor to drown in his own fluids.

Trash walked toward me, frowning when I handed him the kid.

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