Page 8 of Ruthless Vengeance
I go to open the car door, but Andre grips my arm.
“If this is a setup, Tommaso will be waiting for us. Especially you.”
I grit my teeth.
As much as I want to storm the place and put a bullet in the skull of every fucker who gets in my way, Tommaso will be expectingthat. He’ll be waiting for me to make a mistake because I’ll be too blinded by my rage, and then it will be all over.
“What do you suggest?”
Andre tilts his chin toward Cillian’s men.
“I think we should send a few of them in first to make sure it’s clear.”
“But that would take away the element of surprise.”
“I’d rather that than offer you up on a silver platter.”
I look over at the warehouse complex.
Every instinct is screaming at me to make a move. Clara is in there, frightened and alone.
What if Tommaso panics when he realizes the place is being attacked and decides to kill her?
“Andre…” My finger twitches against the trigger of my gun.
Andre places a hand on my shoulder. “We can’t play into his hand, Marco. The risk is too great.”
As if I need fucking reminding. “Fine, they can have a two-minute head start, but then I’m going in.”
“And I’ll be right there with you.”
We climb out of the car and stalk over to where Cillian’s men are waiting for us. Before my brother has a chance to address them, one of Cillian’s men, a wiry guy with a scar running down his cheek, nods to me.
“We’ll head in first. If it’s clear, we’ll giveyethe nod.”
I just nod, not bothering to thank him.
Five of Cillian’s men move forward, creeping through the shadows toward the complex, each one with their gun aimed and ready.
I hold my breath as I watch them.
This is not going to be an easy fight, and it’s likely many of these men won’t make it out of there alive—a fact Cillian will be aware of and will no doubt make me pay for.
But I don’t care. Any price is worth paying if it means Clara lives.
Each second that ticks by is agony, and as it gets close to the two-minute mark, an eerie sense of calm settles over me.
I click the safety off my gun and ready myself to sprint for my life.
But that’s when I hear it. A single, short whistle.
The signal.
Chapter Three
CLARA
I’ve been trappedinside this room for what feels like days, but something tells me it’s only been a few hours. There’s no window, and the constant darkness is making time feel like it’s stopped altogether.
