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The smack of metal entering bone made a grotesque noise, and blood splattered across the floor and onto Toth’s sleeve.
“Ahh!” Frank screamed. His face twisted with agony. Toth pushed down the gun on the fresh wound, making the pussy’s legs kick and his body twist as the pain intensified.
“Name.”
“I—I don’t fucking know!”
Toth clamped his teeth together. “How’d they find us?”
Frank’s features contorted as if he didn’t want to squeal. Toth pressed the gun down harder and Frank twisted, his eyes bugging out.
“All right, fuck! Mark had me put a tracking device on your car when you and Savannah came to see Danny.”
Toth sucked in a breath of stale air. Dammit to hell and back. When he’d picked Savannah up at her apartment a couple days ago, right before she’d been shot at, he’d done a sweep and hadn’t found any bugs or tracking devices.
But when he’d had to carry her reluctant ass out of the warehouse and to his car, he hadn’t swept again.
Which explained how they’d found them. Lord, fuck.
Lach came out of the hallway, his face stark white. “Dad’s alive. I called an ambulance. He confirmed that masked men came and took Savvy. Can’t say whether or not you were involved, but”—Lach swallowed—“but it makes sense Mark was the mole.”
Devastation crossed Lach’s face, and he brought his fist to his head. “If Dad survives the bullet wound, he won’t recover if something happens to Savvy. We have to find her before it’s too late.”
Toth stood, and Frank withered at his feet. “You deal with him and I’ll make a call.” He grabbed Lach’s shoulder and gave him a shake. “We’ll find her. I swear to fucking god we’ll find her.” The words sprung from a deep cavern in his chest.
Lach’s eyes misted, and he gave a nod. Then his expression hardened and he pushed past Toth and knelt next to Frank. “You’re in for a treat if you think that hurts.”
Toth pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Dare.
He answered on the third ring. “Yeah.”
“It’s me. They took—” The words lodged in his throat. “They took Savannah.”
“Jesus,” Dare hissed. Silence followed, as if he’d lowered the phone for a second and then brought it back to his lips. “Where are you?”
“Sinners Cartel headquarters.” He gave Dare the location. “But an ambulance is on the way. Danny’s been shot. Cops’ll probably be here, too.”
“Get out of there before you get held up. Come to my place. I’ll text you the address.”
“All right.” He cut his gaze to Lach, who was beating Frank in the face with the butt of the gun. At this rate, the dude wouldn’t know his own name, let alone anyone else’s. “Lach will be with me, too.”
“That’s fine.”
Toth hung up then approached Lach. Catching him by the shoulder, he stopped the next blow to Frank’s face. “We need to get out of here before the cops arrive.”
Lach shot him a look of reproach. “I’m not fucking leaving my dad.”
“What do you think he’d want you to do? Find Savannah or give police statements and probably end up in jail?” Toth gestured around the room. “You think the cops won’t take advantage of the situation and find out what’s in all these crates?”
Lach’s eyes turned cold and deadly. Frank’s head slumped to the side. Lacerations covered his already purpling face. Lach stood, dragging his hand through his blond hair. Clearly the dude was rattled and couldn’t put a coherent thought together.
“Can you access the video footage from the cameras?” Toth asked, gesturing to the many surveillance lenses stationed around the warehouse.
“Yeah. It’s all online.”
“Good. Then we need to get out of here now.”
Lach nodded and followed Toth as he left the warehouse. Piercing sirens filled the night as Toth made his way to his vehicle.