Page 23 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)

Her Predator

Sin

“ I ’m going to enjoy killing you,” I whispered in the scumbag’s ear and held a gun to the side of his head.

Saint stepped out of the shadows, and I had followed his lead because this idiot had drawn his weapon. A rookie mistake. A goon was down, and he had reacted. He’d now pay the ultimate price. They all would because we were after answers about where Liv was. The Mafia had our girl.

A woman was with them, an offer to sweeten the deal it’d appear.

She was too hard to see in the dim light with her backside toward me.

Among all the chaos Saint had caused, someone grabbed her, shielding her from harm.

My guess? A Pitrone protecting his merchandise.

Bingo. I knew which side of the cartel to deal with and get an answer from before they all were dead.

Saint held up Johnny’s finger, the unsuspecting poor bastard we had slain, all in the name of love. He questioned them all and only got one response. Gunshots.

Fuck.

I acted. Shot the slime I held at gunpoint and ducked down. I rolled on the ground to slip behind a crate and peeked out as I let off round after round.

I had Saint’s back. One shot. Two shots. Three. Bam. Bam. Bam. I hit those motherfuckers square in the back of the head.

Perfect aim.

Saint took down two men with only one bullet. Damn, he was good.

The addictive smell of gunpowder gave off the same aroma of fireworks launching off into the dead of night.

Adrenaline ran through my veins, the rush heated my cool lifelines, and I stared death straight in the face.

I didn’t blink an eye. One wrong move, and the action would stop.

I had no time to think; I could only act as the savage beast I was always meant to be.

A killing machine set out to exact revenge on all who wronged our girl.

A bullet zipped past my head. Shit. Close call. My hair moved with that one .

Time to engage. I shot back twice at the enemy. One hit a shoulder. He recoiled in pain, but before he could reach the bullet wound, the second shot pierced his brain. Blood splattered out the back of his head, proving the shot went straight through.

Hell yeah!

I burned with rage, like a dragon breathing flames and slaughtering everything in its path. We wanted Liv back, and we’d fight for her while holding nothing back. We aimed directly at their heads as they sprang back, leaving their bodies lifeless.

I lost count after ten, but we needed one of these Pitrone fuckers alive to talk or else our plan would blow to hell.

We already stepped through the gates of eternal damnation, and since Liv’s abduction, we’ve lived tirelessly in a fiery pit.

She was stolen right out from underneath us, and we needed payback.

I’d give anything to hear our missing piece’s voice again, “Sin!”

Liv?

No. My mind played a cruel, sickening trick. I was a twisted fuck, after all.

I jumped out and fired off a shot. Fuck. I was out of bullets.

I crouched down behind another crate, and steady hands reloaded my weapon.

“Saint! ”

There Liv was again. The sound of her voice echoed in my head, beating into my brain. Jesus. As fucked up as I was, I wasn’t crazy. Maybe this was a form of self-torture for losing her in the first place—her loss was too traumatizing, and I was on the brink of insanity.

Hell no.

The thought was almost laughable as I held my breath and listened to the returning gunfire. One, two, three, four, five, six. The enemy was out. He was reloading his weapon, and it was time for me to take action.

As I ran, firing wildly, I made direct hits. I couldn’t stop, didn’t bat an eye until I saw a black-haired beauty with blond highlights as bright as a freaking goddess. I halted, frozen in my tracks.

Liv stared back at me, wide-eyed and in Pitrone’s vile hands. She was right in front of me. Only a short distance separated us. My heart beat erratically. My brain was all screwed up at the sight of her.

“Sin!” Liv cried out again.

It was our girl. Liv was actually here. Alive in the flesh, and she wasn’t dead.

Not yet. Not on our watch.

“Liv!” Saint shouted to the right of me, but further back .

I had to get to Liv. This was our chance. Nothing would stop me from getting her back.

Saint fired. No shots hit the motherfucker who held Liv. Goddamn it! That son of the bitch held her in the way like a damn shield. I had to act fast.

“Saint! Sin! Help me!” Liv yelled for us, but some asshole pulled away.

The Pitrones fell back, retreating from the warehouse at record pace, and a vehicle pulled up. Fuck! No!

The shock wore off as quickly as it had come, and I flung into action.

My arms pumped as my legs ran as fast as I could go.

Bullets fired at me from the rolled-down window of the car, but I didn’t care.

All I wanted was to get to Liv, to save her before she was gone again.

I couldn’t take this fucked up life without her.

I couldn’t bear to do this all over again.

I was a lucky son of a bitch as the gunfire missed me and Saint had my back, firing at the vehicle like a madman.

He took out a window. I even think he hit the shooter, but he couldn’t get a clear shot of the asshole pushing Liv inside of the car.

The back door swung open as the tires squealed and burned rubber, but I couldn’t stop my sprint.

Saint continued shooting. I prayed he hit a tire, the gas tank, fucking something. But there was no stopping the Pitrones as they took Liv away. Stole her all over again. We were that close.

No! No! No!

“Fuck!” I yelled, panting as I came to a dead stop.

Liv was gone. The car disappeared and took my heart with it. But there had to be hope in this shitty situation. We still had a chance to catch up to those bastards.

I turned around and ran past Saint. “Come on! We can still catch them!”

Saint didn’t move.

Instead, Saint pulled out his cellphone. “No.”

“What the fuck do you mean no? Fuck, man! Did you not hear me?” I roared, my rage busting from the seams. “They are getting away!”

“We got them right where we want them.” Saint grinned as he tapped the screen with his index finger and stepped toward me.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, clearly confused as hell.

Saint turned his cell phone toward me.

“I put a tracker right under their asses before we crashed the deal,” he answered.

Holy shit! Sneaky motherfucker.

I kissed Saint on his sweaty forehead. “You fucking genius. Why didn’ t I think of that?”

I watched intently as the little red dot moved, because our life depended on it.

I couldn’t turn away from the tracker, our one shot at getting Liv back.

She was our universe, our everything. We wouldn’t go quietly—we were about to bring the Pitrone empire down.

The Lord would have no mercy on us after we crushed them within our wrath, because we were about to commit the ultimate sin.