Page 266 of Evil Boys

Alistair tugs at each door, starting in the back of the hallway, so I take the ones in the front, shooting open the locks before ripping the doors open. Most cells are empty, save for a few filled with boxes of weapons and drugs. In a few others, women shriek and rush past me toward the exit.

“Run for your life!” Alistair beckons them.

They would probably be sold just as Lana would be if I don’t get to her in time.

Where the fuck are they keeping her?

Am I already too late?

My heart almost cracks under the weight of that predicament, and I grunt out loud as I rip the next door off its hinges. Inside are two Bonesmen casually counting money.

BANG. BANG.

Two shots are enough to put them out of their misery. They deserve more than a second of pain, but I don’t have time to waste on torture. I’ve opened all the doors here and still no sign of her.

Fuck.

“There’s a staircase here,” Milo yells from the other end of the hallway, so I run toward him.

“Is she there?”

“I don’t hear anything, but it’s worth a shot,” he replies.

BANG! BANG!

Shots come from behind us, and I look to see more men pouring in, separating us two from the flank group and Alistair.

“I’ll fight off these fuckers! Focus on finding Lana!” Alistair calls at me. “I’ll fight my way to the rest!”

“Nathan’s on his own,” Milo mutters.

“Go!” Nathan yells over one of those fuckers’ shoulders before he engages in another fight.

BANG!

“You check the other hallway with Felix’s group and Caleb!” I yell back at Nathan.

“Don’t mind me; I’m just killing some Bones Brotherhood bastards!” Caleb yells back.

We run down the stairs as fast as we can. Nathan’s the only one left behind, but I trust him not to die on me.

We run down into the basement, where there are a ton more men, and I immediately shoot while Milo charges at them. We work in tandem, alternating fists with knives and gunshots until I’m all out of bullets and knock one of them out with my gun. I don’t need weapons to win this; all I need is determination, and I amnotfucking leaving here without my little kitty.

“C’mon, boy, hit me with your best shot,” the fucker says, so I sucker punch him in the chin, knocking him down to the floor.

“Don’t ask for what you can’t take,” I retort, while Milo bashes his head in with his nunchucks.

I hear faint moaning behind the third door, so I yell at Milo, “Here!”

He knocks the lock out with his nunchucks, and I kick open the door with every inch of rage I have inside me, knocking it off its hinges.

But when my eyes find Lana hanging on a wall, blood rolling down her face, all the anger that flooded my body suddenly dissipates into thin air.

And all that’s left in the madness of bullets and violence is silence.

LANA

I hazily see the figure standing in the doorway, and I inch back into the wall, worried they might be here for reasons other than drugging me more. These men are foul, and I don’t doubt they’ve used the girls they capture for far more nefarious reasons than merely selling them. After all, who’s ever going to find out about it?

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