The man came closer, puffing out his chest. “Get the fuck out of my house right now.”
Jason stepped inside, shoving the man out of the way. He started storming deeper into the house, glancing in every direction. He didn’t give a single fuck that he was breaking the law. Instinct told him Libby was here.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Eduardo said.
Jason didn’t respond.
“My son doesn’t live in the main house, you fucking asshole. I haven’t seen him today. He’s surely at work. Most people work during the day.”
Jason turned around. “Where does he work?”
“None of your business.”
Jason stared at the older Eduardo for a second. Something else the man said had caught his attention. “Main house? Is there another house on the property?”
“Fuck you,” Eduardo shouted.
Tank grabbed the man by the shirt and slammed him against the wall. “Where the fuck is your son? Start talking.”
A woman screamed.
Jason spun around to find her rushing forward. A classy-looking woman dressed in extremely expensive clothing like Eduardo. Jason thought she must Eddie’s mother.
She screamed again. “Eduardo, what are these men doing here?”
“Go back to the kitchen, Elena,” Eduardo told her.
Jason approached her. “Tell me where your son is, ma’am.”
“Eddie? I assume he’s at work.” She put her hand over her heart. “What do you want with my son?”
“I believe he kidnapped my girlfriend this morning.”
She gasped. “You must be mistaken. Why would he do that? He has his own girlfriend.”
Jason shook his head. “No, he does not. He has mine.”
Two large men came running from deeper in the house, both wearing all black. What the fuck kind of people were these?
The men were big though, almost as big as Tank and Jason. Jason pulled his gun out of the back of his jeans and held it up, praying to God they weren’t wrong about this. Jesus. Fuck. They were in deep now. But his gut told him things were not on the up and up here.
Fucking mansion with a fucking butler and two bodyguards? Mafia. Drug cartel. Something illegal. Money was dripping off the walls in this place.
One of the men reached for his back.
“Don’t you fucking move an inch. Stay right there,” Jason shouted.
The man held up his hands. So did his partner.
“Where the fuck is she?” Jason shouted.
The men glanced at each other, pissing Jason the fuck off.
Tank was still holding the elder Eduardo by the shirt as he dragged the man past Jason and deeper into the house. Elena stood whimpering in the corner of the hallway, clutching the front of her blouse.
“Hatch,” Tank shouted. “There’s a fucking guest house in back.”
One of the two men suddenly bent forward and rammed his full body into Jason, knocking the breath out of him. Jason barely kept his grip on his gun.
Jason righted himself and came after the bastard, swinging a hard left hook that knocked the guy against the wall. He slammed his head hard enough into the drywall that it cracked as the guy slid to the ground.
The second man charged next, pulling his gun.
Jason swung around and kicked the gun out of his grip, sending it flying before Jason landed a punch to the guy’s stomach. While he was doubled over, Jason grabbed his shirt and kneed him hard in the face. These assholes didn’t know who the fuck they were messing with.
Elena was screaming again, but Jason gave her a hard look. “Shut the fuck up. Where is your son? Does he live in the guest house?”
She nodded. “Yes, but if he’s done something, I don’t know anything about it.”
Sure she didn’t. Jason didn’t give a single fuck right now. All he cared about was rescuing Libby from Eddie. He made sure the two men were out cold and then jogged deeper into the house.
Tank still had a grip on Eduardo, who was putting up a fight near the back door. “Listen, old man, I don’t want to have to hurt you, but I fucking will if you don’t knock it off.”
The guy kept struggling.
Jason glanced around and then reached for a long, elegant cord that was holding back the expensive drapes. It was meant to be decorative, but today it was about to be useful. He grabbed a chair from the kitchen table and shoved it against Eduardo’s knees, forcing the man to sit.
“Stop,” Elena screamed. “Don’t hurt him. He doesn’t know anything.”
Jason ignored her as he tossed the rope to Tank.
Footsteps rushing into the room made Jason spin around to find Sweets and Kraft joining them.
“About time you got here,” Tank joked. “Go, Hatch. We’ve got this. Sweets and Kraft can secure the goons in the hallway. Go find Libby.” He nodded toward the back door as he jerked Eduardo’s hands behind his back.
Jason yanked open the door and left it open as he jogged out the back. He spotted a second house beyond the pool. He rounded the pool and ran toward the house.
He didn’t bother knocking this time. He kicked the front door in on the first try. It splintered and swung hard against the wall.
Someone screamed. The sweetest voice he’d ever heard. He ran toward the noise, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from.
“Downstairs,” she yelled, the second half of the word muffled. If that fucker hurt her…
Jason found the door to the basement on the other side of the kitchen. It was standing open. He took the stairs two at a time, gun drawn. When he hit the bottom, he found Eddie at the foot of the stairs. The guy was holding Libby’s back against his front. He had a hand against her neck, and he was swinging a knife around.
“Get the fuck out of my house,” Eddie shouted.
Libby’s eyes were wide, and she was struggling, but she looked unharmed. If this asshole hurt one hair on her body…
“Drop the knife, Eddie,” Jason said, keeping his voice calm. He could
