Chapter 59 Georgio began to moan
Torque
A pure, red rage filled me as the video played on my phone. It had been sent to me and to everyone around me. My girl, my love, was being hurt and used right before my eyes. For the first time in years, my vision blurred with tears, but I refused to let a single one fall. Not now. I would not break now. My whole body went rigid, my jaw locked tight, as I watched a man on the screen force his pathetic dick into my girl’s mouth. When she threw up on him, I whispered, “Good girl.”
“I am going to skin these motherfuckers alive,” I roared. “The one who put himself in her mouth is mine. No one else touches him.”
Grunts of agreement came from the men around me. I looked over at Jenna’s father. Tears were running freely down his face. He slowly lifted his head, and the deadly look in his eyes would have chilled anyone’s blood. I would never want to be on this man’s bad side. I watched him slide his phone back into his pocket.
“Listen up,” Butcher said. “They have about fifty men in that warehouse. We get as close as we can and take out anyone in your path. Make the kills quiet until you can not. Torque, Rash, Boner, Leonardo, and I will find Jenna. Let no one leave alive.”
I looked beside me for Leonardo, but he was not there. I searched the group and could not find him.
“Shit, Butcher. Where is Leonardo?”
He looked around, then back at me, and shrugged. “Maybe he has his own plan. Let’s move.”
The area around us was pitch black. There were not many lights near the warehouse, which worked in our favor. The first man we came across, Rash took out with a knife across his throat. I ran into another guy as we turned a corner before reaching the door. I came up behind him and broke his neck with little effort. The adrenaline rushing through me made me feel unstoppable.
Ten of us went through the door in front of us while the rest moved toward another entrance at the back. It was dim inside. A group of men stood between us and her. Butcher and I were at the front. He pulled his gun, and I took the sledgehammer off my back. Everyone else readied their weapons. I let out a yell, and we charged.
Butcher fired a shot, and a man to my right fell. I swung my hammer in a wide arc, bringing it down on a man sitting in a chair. His head exploded. I swung left and right, hitting men in the chest, the gut, the shoulders, the head. Butcher and the others were right behind me, making sure the men I knocked down never got back up. I roared in triumph as the last one fell with a heavy thud.
“I am coming, my love!” I shouted.
Leonardo
I slipped away quietly while Butcher was still giving orders. I was going to find my daughter and deal with Georgio myself. No one touches what belongs to me and lives to talk about it. I should have done this a long time ago. But first I had to get my daughters to safety. Now it was time for my revenge.
I found a metal ladder fixed to the side of the warehouse and climbed it without a sound. On the second level, a door was propped open, probably for guards to step out and smoke. Stupid. I slipped inside. The hallway was empty. I moved quietly, looking through the windows of empty offices, searching for my girl. Every room was vacant.
I came to a staircase and went down. I saw a group of men about fifty feet away, but the poor lighting and shadows hid me. I found another set of stairs and descended further. Then I heard a scream, and grunting. My little girl was begging. My rage burned hotter. These motherfuckers were going to pay.
Jenna
I had been cuffed to this bed for hours. Twice, men had come in. They hit me some more, but thank God, no more sexual assault. I could handle the beatings. But when they touched me like that, it felt like a betrayal to Torque, and that hurt more than anything.
The door opened. I held my breath, ready for the next round. The one named Sergio seemed to love hurting me the most.
Paulo, Sergio, and Georgio walked in. I heard Georgio tell another man, Thomas, to guard the door.
“Hello, pet,” Sergio sneered. “The boss here wants to record Paulo and me taking you together to send to your papa. It seems he ignored the last video, so we thought we would give him something he can not look away from.”
“Stay the fuck away from me!” I screamed.
Paulo and Sergio came toward me. I pleaded and kicked out, trying to keep them back. My foot connected with Paulo’s groin. He grunted and dropped to his knees.
“Stupid bitch,” Sergio spat, and then he hit me hard across the face.
“Hurry up, boys. Make it hurt. Make her scream. Go in dry and make her bleed,” Georgio said.
“No!” I screamed.
Just then, the door burst open. Thomas’s bloody body flew through the air and crashed into Georgio, sending him sprawling. His head hit the floor hard, and he went still. A knife flew through the air and sank into Paulo’s neck. Sergio turned in shock. A fist smashed into his face, then his chest, then his throat. As he bent over, gasping, a boot kicked him in the face, and he fell unconscious.
I stared in shock as my father stood over Sergio’s body. His chest was heaving, his breath coming in rough pants. I could hear gunshots and shouting from elsewhere in the building.
“Papa,” I sobbed.
He looked at me, and the fire in his eyes softened. “One moment, bambina.”
I watched as he pulled the knife from Paulo’s neck. Blood sprayed into the air. Paulo made a wet, gurgling sound and then was silent. Georgio began to moan. My father grabbed him by the hair and dragged him toward the bed.
“Look at my beautiful daughter, Georgio. No matter what you did to her, she did not break. She is strong and brave after everything you did. Now she is the one who gets to end you.”
He held the knife out to me. With my free hand, I took it. Georgio pleaded for mercy. I just smiled at him and plunged the knife into his heart. I twisted it left, then right. The scream that tore from him was music to my soul. He finally died right there at my feet. My father let his body drop.
“Let me get that cuff off you. I can hear your man coming.”
Sure enough, Torque crashed into the room, Butcher right behind him.
I sobbed as my father freed my wrist. I stood up and fell into Torque’s strong arms.
“Shhh, baby, I have you. You are safe now. I am so, so sorry I could not get here faster. Please forgive me for everything you went through.”
“It is not your fault, Torque. I am fine. They did not break me.”
“I love you. So much,” Torque said, his voice thick.
I pulled back. My heart melted. My big, strong Viking was crying. Tears streamed from his eyes. I pressed my mouth to his and kissed him with everything I had, even though my split lips reopened and I could taste blood. I did not care. I pulled back and wiped his tears and the blood from his face.
“I love you, too. Thank you for coming for me.” I looked at my father and Butcher. “Thank you.”
“This one is still alive for you,” Leonardo said to Torque, nudging Sergio with his foot.
“We will take him to the club and lock him in the shed for you, Torque,” Butcher said.
Torque nodded, then picked me up in his arms. My father took off his coat and laid it over me.
“Let’s go home, baby. We will wait for news from Viper about Catalina.”
“Okay.”
He kissed my head. Then my man carried me out of my nightmare.