I skidded my hog to stop and ran for the gates, hurdling them, clearing the razor wire at the top.
My boots hit the ground and I kept running, heading for the exit unaffected by the fire taking hold on the other side of the building.
I kicked it in, noting the alarm didn’t go off.They cut the power.It was simpler than hacking our security system.
Quicker.
I put my head in the hands of whoever had transported a truckload of girls here and dumped them inside. Set a spark to fuel and lit that shit up. How would I do it?
Where would I leave them?
The office?
The second floor?
Fuck. I had no idea. My hands were stained red with the blood of too many men, but I’d never murdered people like this. Not out of spite and nothing else. I couldn’t make my brain work like that.
The door whacked the wall with the force of my boot. I charged through it, smoke hitting my lungs.
Heat.
I pulled the bandana from around my neck, covered my mouth, and crouched low, glad Decoy had been up here recently and cleared the place out. Only legit timber filled the storage space, ordered and stacked.
Flammable as fuck.
My pulse kicked up a notch.
You’re running out of time.
“Saint!”
I turned.
Rubi appeared behind me. He clutched my shoulder. “Leave it. C’mon. This place is about to blow and Alexei thinks McGif is still here.”
Alexei. “Where is he?”
“A mile out. They were chasing a bike down when the fire started.”
“Tell him to keep going. We need that fucker.”
“I did. But he’s coming back for you first and I’m not arguing with him. I ain’t telling him you’re burnt toast either, so let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I heard the words, but my brain morphed Rubi’s voice into Cam’s.“I can’t live with myself if we can’t fucking save them.”I felt that too, so fucking much.
Shaking my head, I pushed away from Rubi and forced my way to the office. It was empty, save a pile of disabled fire extinguishers, and rage built in my chest. For Butch Crow and his uncle. For McGif. For Mitch Buchanan for starting this bullshit in the first place.
McGif. He was still out there somewhere, watching with his dick in his hand.
Fuck that.
He didn’t get to end it this way.
Lungs burning, I soaked my bandana in the office basin, retied it, and moved back to the door. In the corridor, smoke billowed from the staircase and my stomach sank.
They’re up there.
They had to be.