The shot punches into his thigh. He drops like dead weight, howling in pain, clutching the wound as blood pools beneath him.
Before I can move again, the doorexplodesinward.
V crashes into the room like a wrecking ball, gun in hand. He barely pauses before swinging it toward the remaining targets, finger hovering on the trigger.
“Back the fuck up!” he roars.
Jason screams and scrambles toward the window, but I cut him off, slamming him to the ground and driving my knee into his spine.
V steps over Black Polo, and drives his boot into his already-broken ribs. The man shrieks, then goes still.
“Jesus,” V mutters, glancing at the scene—blood, broken furniture, the girl still unmoving on the bed. “You always start the party without me?”
I snort, breathless. “Just saving you a seat.”
Jason squirms beneath me, whining now. “Please… please don’t kill me…”
“Start talking.Now.Who's buying the girls?”
Jason hesitates.
I cock the hammer on the pistol with a loudclick—a sound that makes Jason flinch like he’s been shot already.
“Last chance,” I growl. “Who are you procuring these girls for?”
“We don't know,” Jason babbles, blood bubbling from one corner of his mouth. “I swear to God, we just find the girls, make the call?—”
“What call?”
“We call a number,” Jason stammers. “That's it. We don't ask questions. We call, tell them we have merchandise, and they send someone to pick up.”
“Who picks up?” My pulse quickens. “Give me details.”
“A biker,” he blurts out. “Always a biker. Wears colors like yours. Black and blue patch.”
A chill runs through me. Those colors are ours. This is what Ace has been up to. His dirty money comes from abducting and selling women.
Those colors are ours.
Ace.
His side hustle. His dirty money.
He’s been abducting and selling women under the Heaven’s Rejects name.
I shove Jason against the wall hard enough to rattle the frame. “Where’s the fourth guy?”
Jason blinks, dazed. “Wh-what?”
“The night you tried to abduct Charlotte,” I snarl. “There were four of you. Where the fuck is he?”
“Fourth? You mean the new guy?”
“Don’t play dumb,” I snap. “The one who chased her into the loading dock. The one Ialmostput a bullet in.”
“We don’t know him,” Jason blurts.
“He wasn’t one of us,” Black Polo coughs from the floor, blood staining his teeth. “Some outside contractor.”
