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The door flew off one of its hinges and Boone shoved it aside as he entered, gun drawn, ready to shoot whoever had made his babygirl scream.

Tildi sat tied to a chair directly in front of him. She glanced to his left and her eyes grew even wider. She screamed again, so he followed her gaze.

Their entrance had broken up a fight between Vinnie the man who’d put his hands on Tildi. The timing sucked for Vinnie since he had a gun, and the other guy only had a knife.

As the common threat, both men turned on Boone, but the Wild Men were there to even the odds. Dutch grabbed the guy with the knife and slung him across the room. Vinnie came at Boone, gun leveled at Boone’s chest.

Boone didn’t hesitate. He fired, catching Vinnie’s right shoulder. Vinnie jerked backward, but all Boone cared about was that he’d dropped his weapon. Grif and Kai jumped Vinnie.

They could have him. Boone needed to get to Tildi. He turned to get her out of that damn chair and his heart froze.

The man with the knife stood behind Tildi, his weapon pressed to her throat. The blade indented her skin, but he hadn’t cut her. Yet.

From the unhinged look in his eyes, Boone knew he had to act fast. The man had snapped. Boone had seconds to decide how to save her.

She stared at him, eyes the size of saucers. Yet mingled with her fear, her eyes held trust and love.

His girl.

He’d lost someone he cared about three years before because he hadn’t listened to that sixth sense. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

Boone fired. The man’s head snapped back, a tiny hole in the middle of his forehead. The man’s eyes registered shock for a millisecond before they went blank, and he crumpled to the floor.

Boone paid no attention to the man. His attention was riveted to the thin strip of red across Tildi’s throat. He ran to her, terrified he’d killed her as well.

It took a second to realize there was no blood and the line was no more than an indication of how firmly the blade had been pressed against his Little girl’s throat.

His legs turned to jelly, and he dropped to his knees before her. Her lips were moving, but he couldn’t hear what she said over the roaring in his ears. He’d come so close to losing her.

When he got her home, he was locking her in their room forever. She’d told him once on the yacht that Tangled was one of her favorite movies. Well, she was going to be his Rapunzel, locked away so he knew she was safe.

When the roar receded, her words penetrated. “Daddy? Daddy? Can you get these things off me? They’re hurting me.”

Why was he sitting there like a knot on a log? His girl still needed him. His men needed him. He needed to get his girl home.

“Hold on, babygirl. Daddy’s got you. I’ll fix it.” Grabbing one of the knives strapped to his belt, he sliced the zip ties. They dropped to the floor.

His muscles went rigid as he ran his thumbs over the red markings on her wrists and ankles, and he tried to control his rage. How dare that son of a bitch mark his woman?

“Did they hurt you?”

She shook her head, but he needed to hear her say it. “Use your words, babygirl. Did they hurt you?”

“N-no, Daddy. I’m okay now that you’re here. I’m sorry I got out of the?—”

“We’ll talk about that later, bluebell. Right now, I want to get you out of here.”

Kai walked up to Boone as he helped Tildi stand. “She okay?”

Not trusting himself to speak, Boone settled for a nod.

“That’s good. Um, we’ve got the rest of them contained. What do you want us to do with them?”

As hard as it was for him to say, he forced out the words he’d agreed to say. “Turn them over to Sev. They’re Cosa Nostra. That puts them under his authority, or it will be once Nico gets here, and we put that sick fuck down once and for all.”

“Roger that.”

Kai moved to carry out Boone’s orders, but Boone called him back. “Bind them with zip ties. Make sure they’re good and tight.”