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Her breath hitched.

Yes. Got it.

Her heart pounded in her chest

“Do I hear a million?” Viktor cried.

Fuck off, you bastard!

She took a deep breath and jabbed the kill switch.

The entire building plunged into darkness. Booming sounds echoed through the darkness, once, twice . . . four times.

Women screamed.

Oh fuck! What the hell did I do?

CHAPTER 15

Rusty

Darkness slammeddown like a hammer blow, plunging the entire complex into inky blackness.

“Fuck!” Rusty’s eyes strained to adjust to the blackness as his mind raced to catch up to what the hell was going on.

Son of a bitch! Sienna must’ve shut down the whole building.

Now they were blind, and he had a gut-wrenching feeling those loud bangs were security doors slamming into place, trapping them inside. But iftheywere trapped in this hellhole, then that meant those bastards were, too.

I need to take out these assholes before they break free.

Rusty’s mind split three ways: Did Sienna cut the powerandthe live feed? How will I rescue those women and get them out of here? How many men will I have to kill?

“What the fuck’s going on!” Wang’s voice boomed.

The fury in his voice made Rusty grin.

Take that, asshole.

The trafficking victims’ high-pitched shrieks pierced the air, clawing right through Rusty’s chest. Those poor women had already been through enough. Clenching his jaw, he fought to tack a plan into place, and he searched the dark corridor that ran around the perimeter of the stage for tangos.

“Sienna,” he whispered.

No reply.

He didn’t have a problem taking out the men working for Wang, but he no longer wanted to kill Wang. He wanted to take Wang alive. That bastard needed to pay for his sins. Everyone needed to know what a lying scumbag he was. Wang was connected to some very high people, politicians included, and Rusty had a feeling Wang’s network ran very deep. Heads were going to roll.

Flashlights flicked to life from the stage, casting a mad dance of shadows on the walls around the atrium and onto the balcony balustrading above. The sudden illumination was like a tactical map, pinpointing the positions of every one of those fuckers. If Rusty was on his own, he would take a high position with a good vantage point and pick them off one by one.

“You bastards are dead,” Wang hollered. “You hear me! Dead!”

“Right back at you, asshole,” Rusty hissed under his breath.

And every other fucker working for you.

Itching to get moving, he peered out the doorway again, searching the darkness for approaching tangos. But the flashlights were still coming from the stage and spearing beams everywhere like it was a fucking nightclub. As the men searched the darkness for him and Sienna, they barked orders at each other, making it obvious there was no clear leader amongst them.

Good. Let the chaos begin.

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