Page 40 of Sin and Redemption

I grabbed the door handle and turned to Sara.

“I know today’s our anniversary…”

She gave me a shaky smile. “It doesn’t matter. Go.”

“I’ll make them pay for what’s been done to you.”

For what they made me do…

Sara nodded then she turned away and removed her coat.

I left and as soon as I was out of the apartment, I sent Amo a text. I wanted him by my side. Then I began running, I wanted to get to Port Newark as soon as possible. The marine terminal was huge and it would take some time to find the right warehouse. What if another Made Man found them first and decided to give them a quick end. I wanted to be the one to capture and kill them, and I’d make sure it wasn’t a quick ending.

I took my old Ford truck instead of my new truck. It reeked of wet dog and the remnants of blood. I only ever used it for shelter or torture jobs.

My blood was rushing in my veins at the prospect of getting my hands on Jabba and his men tonight. Nothing else mattered. I’d get revenge for Sara. I had bought her an anniversary gift which was in a box on the kitchen table, but today’s revenge would be the true gift, one that I was sure would mean far more to her.

We had never discussed what happened, never discussed my search of our capturers. We’d let silence rein.

I broke every speeding law as I headed toward Port Newark, where Maddox suspected the Russians. My old Ford truck groaned as I drove it to its limits. Four warehouses were on my list, and after searching two and torturing the people I found there, I knew Jabba was in the third. I parked my truck in an area that couldn’t be seen from the front door of the warehouse. No windows faced this way, so the chances of anyone spying me from inside were zero.

I couldn’t let those assholes escape. I might never get another chance.

Just when I got out of my truck, Dad and Primo came running. I wasn’t sure where they’d parked. Dad motioned for us to get down beside the truck.

“We need to scout the area first to make sure this isn’t a trap,” he said.

I shook my head. “They are inside. I don’t want to give them time to escape. And the assholes I tortured weren’t holding any information back, trust me.”

“They aren’t aware of our presence—unless this is a trap, which we need to eliminate as an option. We won’t turn this into a suicide mission.”

I gritted my teeth. Hadn’t he listened? Dad was the Head Enforcer, so I had to follow his commands, even when his orders didn’t sit well with me. Or at least I had to pretend I was following them…

Dad narrowed his eyes at me, and I groaned. “All right. As long as I get to kill them in the end, I suppose I can wait. Should we split up?”

Dad nodded. “You two go together. I’ll be on my own.”

“That’s not a good idea,” I said immediately. I didn’t want to have Primo with me. He would play the voice of reason, but I just wanted to get inside.

“Bullshit. Let’s make this as effective as possible and each go alone. I don’t want to waste more time than necessary scouring the area.”

Dad regarded me closely as if trying to determine if I was up to something. Eventually he nodded. He handed Primo and me pagers. “Give us an update if you find something. We’ll meet here in fifteen.”

I took the pager then turned and hurried around to the back of the warehouse, not giving Dad the time to change his mind. I stuffed the pager inside my pants and took my gun instead before I approached one of the smaller side doors of the building. It wasn’t secured by a keypad, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t protected. Maybe it gave off a signal as soon as it was opened. Holding my breath, I pushed down the handle and opened the door about an inch, waiting briefly for an alarm that didn’t come.

I stepped inside and closed the door without a sound, then listened for any noise. The low hum of male voices carried over to me. I followed the sound toward a few crates and huddled behind them. Peering over them, I saw Jabba, Yevgeny, and a third man I didn’t know at a table, playing cards as if they had no bother in the world. My anger exploded in my chest. I was ready to ambush the three on my own.

A hand clamped down on my shoulder. Tension shot through me, and I whirled around, grabbing the arm to break it when I came face-to-face with Romero.

“It’s me,” he murmured.

I released a tense breath and let go of his arm. “Maybe announce yourself next time. I could have killed you.”

“An attacker could have killed you too. You weren’t vigilant. Let’s not be stupid because we want revenge. If we get killed by those men, we definitely won’t avenge Sara.”

I nodded. He was right. I had to think before I acted, even if all I wanted was to become a mindless, bloodthirsty monster and destroy those men.

They soon began sniffing their own drugs and got more and more boisterous.

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