Page 55 of Ruthless Angel

“What’s going on?” My gaze bounced from one guy to another.

“Desmond’s guys found one of Brady’s men,” Blaze explained. “He just picked up a prostitute, a woman who gathers info from her clients for Desmond. We have an address.”

Daire turned off the movie, shoving his phone in a pocket. “We’ll drop you off with Raina. I don’t want you to stay alone.”

“No.” I stopped all three of them in their tracks with my refusal. “I’m coming with you. I want to be part of this. I deserve to be part of this.”

Daire started to argue but stopped himself. “Are you sure? We’re going to kill him, Clover. It won’t be pretty.”

“Good. Those men hurt me. They kept me as a prisoner and tried to sell me. I want to make them pay.” It scared me a little that I was perfectly fine with being part of a murder. I’d been so freaked out after accidentally killing the man in the park with the Sinners. This was different.

This was vengeance.

“Only if you’re sure about this,” Blaze said. “Go get changed.”

Since I came home, I’d been thinking about Brady, Pete, and Derek. About how I wanted to hurt them the way they’d hurt Blaze and me. They deserved to know suffering. They deserved to beg and plead and then die horribly.

They’d changed me. They’d awoken a dark side that I didn’t know I had. Or maybe they’d created it. All I knew was that I wanted to be there when they took their last breaths. Maybe then the nightmares would stop.

I hurriedly changed into black sweatpants and a black hoodie. As I ran back down the stairs, I pulled my hair into a ponytail. The guys waited by the front door. Daire slipped a magazine into a handgun before shoving it into the front pocket of the gray hoodie he wore.

“Ready?” he asked. His searching gaze told me that his simple question had a deeper meaning.

“Absolutely. Let’s find this bastard.” I was the first one out the door and in the car. A deep rooted need to see this through drove me.

“Nobody get too trigger happy,” Cash instructed as he drove. “We need to torture Brady’s location out of him before we kill him.”

“I’ll be happy to.” There was a wickedness to Blaze’s tone I didn’t often hear. He cracked his knuckles, his knee bouncing in anticipation.

“What do I get to do?” I asked. “I want to be part of this.”

Daire gave my ponytail a gentle tug. “Whatever you want to do. Want to cut his balls off? Slice his throat? Feel free to get creative.”

“But don’t feel like you have to do any of that,” Cash added. “Don’t force yourself to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Blaze turned around in his seat to face me. “Let it come naturally. You might be surprised how you feel in the moment.”

I appreciated that they hadn’t tried to talk me out of coming along. They’d treated me with care since I’d come home. While that meant the world to me, I wasn’t a breakable object. Being taken by Brady had shown me how much I could take. Tonight I would discover how far I was willing to go to even the score.

We pulled into the parking lot of a chain motel. Other than a man wandering around like he was too high to know where hewas going, the parking lot was empty of people. My heart picked up the pace. This was it.

The guys checked their weapons. I hadn’t wanted to carry a gun. I still didn’t trust myself with them. What I did have was the pepper spray I always carried now and a small switchblade that Raina had gifted me. That would have to do.

We got out of the car, a strange silence coming over us. Blaze hung back with me while Cash and Daire took the lead. They wanted to enter first in case the guy had a weapon.

As we approached a door at the end of the row on the ground level, Daire violently kicked it open. I sure hadn’t expected to find Derek cuffed to the bed with a half-naked brunette woman on top of him.

She looked up like she’d been expecting us. Hopping off Derek’s nude body, she grinned. “He’s all yours.”

Derek gaped at her as she slid back into a small black dress. “What the fuck? Did you set me up, bitch?”

“Sorry, sweetie,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “It’s just business, you know.”

She gave me a wink on her way out, sashaying from the room. Blaze closed the door behind her.

Derek’s frantic gaze landed on me and he began to thrash hard against the cuffs holding him. “I didn’t do anything to her. It was Brady and Pete. I barely saw her.”

That part was true. Didn’t change the fact that he was involved in the transport of people against their will. He still participated.

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