The doors opened and the crowd in the lobby parted as we stalked through. No doubt the fact I was out for blood was written all over my face. I didn’t care. All that mattered was punishing the guys who’d hurt Jules and the others. We stalked out the doors and straight to our bikes. If I hadn’t been seeing red, I would’ve smiled that the guys had thought to bring my bike, since I’d ridden here in the ambulance.
“What time will the cops be here to talk to the girls?” Tech asked.
“Around three, so I need to be back. I don’t want Jules alone for that.”
He nodded as we fired up the engines. Leaving the hospital was one of the hardest things I had ever done. Knowing Jules was being protected by my brothers made it a little easier. Still, my heart stayed up there in that room with her. I’d be back as soon as I could.
As soon as I took care of business.
We all followed Tech to an apartment that was only three blocks away from Sal’s place. I paused at the door, not really wanting to go in, afraid of what I’d find.
One of the brothers stationed on the porch, Fitz, motioned to me. “In here, brother.” Walking through the door, he put his hand on my shoulder. “I have a feeling this guy’s gone to ground so deep, we may have a hard time finding him. He’ll know we’ll be out for blood after seeing this.”
His words dropped a pound of lead in my gut.
“Fuck!” I yelled the word as I stepped inside the room, taking in the view I was warned about but not prepared for.
It was nothing but wall to wall photos of Jules, from a young teenager up ‘til last week. Ranging from fully clothed, to ones in her bedroom in her panties. The bastard had photos of her in the shower and us in bed together. Out with her friends, around the house, in the yard. Every place and circumstance of her life.
“This sick bastard has turned her into his own personal porn gallery,” Fitz mumbled.
Blood raging, I lunged for a wall and ripped photos down as fast as I could. Nobody should be looking at my princess. I grabbed a couple of photos and stomped back out the door. I couldn’t look at it anymore.
“Burn every last one of these damn pictures. Now!” It felt like a blow torch had set my blood on fire. “Any clue where he might have gone? A secondary address?” The guys all shook their heads.
Tech spoke up. “Not yet. But I’ll find it if it exists.”
I stalked out onto the porch, sucking in air. “I want this place torn apart. I need to know where he could be, who his accomplices are. I want to know every inch of this fucker’s life.” I jumped on my bike before any of the brothers answered. I knew they’d take care of it and find this piece of shit.
The thought of others seeing Jules looking so vulnerable sickened me. As I rode to Sal’s, I almost had to pull over to puke up the shitty hospital coffee I’d sucked down all night. I shook it off, needing to get to Sal’s and praying he had good news.
Other than John’s guy, he had stowed away already, that I’d get to take a piece out of.
Finally pulling up to the main house, I jumped off my bike and practically leapt over the steps up to the porch. Sal’s guys just moved out of my way.
One of them nodded down the hall. “To the left is a staircase. Take it all the way down and hang a right. They’re waiting for you.” Reaching for my hand, he introduced himself. “I’m Leo, by the way. And thanks for what you’re doing for Jules. She’s like a little sister to most of us, and a daughter to the others.”
With a nod, I made my way downstairs, hurrying so I could get back to Jules. I imagined what I’d do to this bastard, and hoped the walls were thick enough they wouldn’t hear his screams on the main level. My rage increased with every step, my blood heating past the boiling point. Just the thought of everything John could’ve taken from me had me wanting to kill.
And I would end him.
I entered the room to find Sal and one of his men, Stefan, perched on the edge of a table with a series of instruments behind them. There was a single chair bolted to the floor, and the man standing between me and John was cuffed to it. The same piece of shit from the house that I had knocked the fuck out of.
I walked over to the table, slammed the photos down, then turned and grabbed a fist full of the man’s hair. “I told you what I would do to you if someone touched a hair on her head, didn’t I?” I rammed my knuckles into his face over and over until the crack of bone eased some of my bloodlust.
Looking at Sal, I saw the pain and anger in his eyes. They were almost black with the same rage I felt. “What the hell are these?” He yelled as he waved the pictures in the air. “Where the fuck did these come from?” he roared.
I wiped sweat from my brow and let the man’s head drop to his chest. “That sack of shit John has been watching her, Sal. The fucking piece of garbage has been photographing her since she was a kid.” Sal’s eyes widened. “Yeah, you heard me. Your so-called associate is a damn pedophile! Taking pictures of her at twelve and thirteen in her own room!” I let the rage spill into my tone as I circled the chair, staring the bloodied asshole down. “They were all over his place.” I sneered at the man I planned to beat to
