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My shirt was damp with sweat, the idea of fucking Orlov touching Emmy, kissing Emmy, hurting Emmy sending blasts of insane rage and fear through my body.
Will’s phone chirped and he stared at it, then at me, his expression apprehensive. “Drago says we can’t kill him. He needs to know what he knows.”
I punched the dashboard. “What the fuck do you mean I can’t kill him,” I snarled.
“Hey, I’m just the messenger. You know I want to off Orlov, too.”
Before I could follow up with a barrage of complaints about Drago’s order, Anya’s voice echoed in the car. “Oh no.”
“What?” I barked.
“I lost the signal,” she said with quiet dread.
No. No, no, no. Fuck. I should have put a microchip on her when Will suggested it.
“Where did you lose the signal?” I growled.
“Just before Archer Ave.”
I could see the intersection of Cicero and Archer up ahead. “Look everywhere Will, she just lost the signal, so they have to be close by.”
Will nodded, his expression grim.
My gaze was jumping all over the place with such a frenzy that I almost missed it—Orlov’s fucking car.
My heart nearly leapt in my throat when I realized it was in a motherfucking motel parking lot. If that psycho fuck did anything to Emmy I was going to make every day of the rest of his short fucking life a living hell.
“There’s his fucking car. At that goddamned motel,” I told Will, who swung his head around to look.
“Motel? I don’t like that,” Will said ominously, mirroring my own reaction.
“Me either.” I whipped across the intersection as soon as it was remotely safe, slamming to a harsh stop next to Orlov’s car.
I tore out of the car, not even bothering to shut the door and took a look inside. No one. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I felt the hood and took some comfort when I found it still hot.
Will and I ran to the office. Not even bothering with asking, I simply pulled out a gun and aimed it in the face of the skinny guy with a wispy goatee behind the counter. His eyes bugged out and his arms raised.
“I don’t have much money,” he started.
“I don’t want your fucking money. The last guy who was in here—what room is he in?”
“Six,” the guy replied with no hesitation, then handed over the key immediately.
“Thanks,” I grunted as I grabbed the key and headed back outside. I barely had the patience to use the key, adrenaline flooding my system. I wanted to simply bust the door in, but realized the key was probably faster. I needed to get in there, I needed to save her, I needed her with me.
I needed it now.
Will had his gun drawn as he waited for me to open the door. When it was unlocked, I got my gun ready and threw it open so we could charge through.
The sight that greeted me pulverized my insides with fury.
Orlov had Emmy gagged and tied to the bed as he crouched over her and unfastened her pants. She had tears streaming down her face as she squirmed to get away from him. In my mind, I knew there were hundreds of worse scenarios I could have walked in on, but just seeing him touching her, knowing what he was trying to do, had me desperate to repeatedly shoot this motherfucker in the face.
The only thing that stopped me was Emmy. She’d been through so much, I didn’t want her to have to see us waste Orlov in front of her, as much I wanted to do it. Fuck Drago’s order.
He froze when we walked in, his angry, beady gaze pinned on us, and I watched him mentally calculate what to do.
“Get away from her. Right. Fucking. Now,” I roared, keeping my weapon trained on him. “Emmy, baby, close your eyes. I don’t want you to have to see me cap this motherfucker if he does something stupid.” At my words, Orlov tensed and leaned toward the nightstand where he most likely had his gun.