Page 40 of Till Death Saves Me

"Lev, I need every available man on this," I cut Lev off mid-sentence. Normally, I don't dare but he's my best friend and she's my fucking wife. "I need to find them. Now."

"Already on it," Lev assures me. "Nikolai's calling in favors. We've got eyes all over the city."

Then my eyes move to the guy across the room. "I'll figure out where they take their people," I growl.

I end the call without another word, shoving my phone back into my pocket. Lev already knows where I am, so I don't need to further explain.

Anger and fear grip me, turning potent as it threatens to overwhelm me. One thing's crystal clear—I'm going to burn their whole fucking organization to the ground for this. And I cling to that as I take a deep breath and let the icy calm of deadly rage consume me.

I storm back to the Red Serpent that is clinging to consciousness. The guy tied to the chair flinches as I approach, but I barely notice. I grab him by the throat, leaning in close.

"You're going to tell me every-fucking-thing you know about where your bosses would take a captive," I growl, my voice low and deadly. "And you're going to do it now."

I grab the guy's throat, squeezing just enough to make him gasp. His eyes widen, panic setting in as he sees the murderous intent in my gaze.

"Where would they take them?" I snarl, my voice barely above a whisper.

He sputters, trying to form words. I ease up just enough to let him speak.

"I-I don't know," he chokes out.

Wrong fucking answer.

I release his throat and grab a pair of pliers from the nearby table. His eyes track the movement, terror evident in every line of his face.

"Let's try this again," I growl, grabbing his hand. "Where. Would. They. Take. Them?"

He shakes his head frantically. "Please, I swear I don't?—"

I don't let him finish. The pliers clamp down on his fingernail, and I yank. His scream echoes through the warehouse.

"Next one goes deeper," I promise, my voice ice-cold. "Talk."

Blood drips from his mangled finger as he gasps for air. He's already suffered a broken nose, a black eye, and he's missing quite a few teeth. I doubt it will take that long for him to break, and I don't have the time.

So I rip the next one off fast and break the finger for good measure.

As I grip the next nail with pliers, he jerks, finally breaking, "Okay, okay! There's a warehouse... by the docks."

I lean in closer, my grip on the pliers tightening. "Be more specific."

"Pier 17," he blurts out, words tumbling over each other in his haste. "Old fish processing plant. We use it sometimes for... for storage."

I grab his jaw, forcing him to look me in the eye. "If you're lying to me, what I do next will make this seem like a fucking massage. Understand?"

He nods frantically, tears streaming down his face. "I swear, it's the truth. Please..."

I release him, stepping back. My mind's already racing, planning the assault. But first, I need to be sure.

"Tell me everything," I demand. "Security, layout, every fucking detail."

And he does. The words pour out of him in a desperate torrent. By the time he's done, I have a clear picture of what we're up against.

I turn to leave, but pause at the door. Looking back, I see the pathetic mess of a man, blood and tears mingling on his face.

"If anything happens to them," I say, my voice low and deadly, "I'm coming back for you."

Lev pulls up just as I walk up to my car. He takes one look at me and says, "You drive." Then, he gets in the passenger seat of my car.

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