My bullet whizzed through a guard’s head, and the corpse smacked hard onto the ground with a thud. I stepped over him and ripped open the door to an abandoned building, rage pumping through my veins.
They weren’t f*****g cops. They were monsters for taking women.
I slammed my fist into another fucker’s jaw, sending him to the ground. Hurling my foot into his head over and over and over, I didn’t stop until he wasn’t moving. Pietro, Riccardo, and a couple of other guards took care of the other men around me.
“Please, stop!” a woman cried from down the hall. “Stop! Please, don’t hurt her!”
Feet moving faster than my mind, I sprinted down the hallway toward the plea for help. It had taken us two hours to track down the SUV that had been hanging out near The Syndicate, using street cameras
