We kept to the shadows, but each time she made a sound, we moved even faster, taking more risks. They were calculated and precise; we left no one with the ability to follow.
When we hit the hallway, it split two ways. Lucian took two men, the other two went with me, and we went in opposite directions. We would come into the main room from both sides, cutting off escape. I motioned for my team to fan out behind me. They would watch from behind as we moved around the corner, making our way to the door into the main room.
The door was ajar when we rounded the corner. I peeked through the crack: four men and Valentina on the floor, torn clothes and blood on her face. I felt the heat of rage consume me, my ears ringing. I hated men who hit women. I stepped close, and my breath was taken from me.
How did he know about her?
Tossed like yesterday's trash, next to Valentina was the love of my life, Sophia. They had done the same to her. A roughneck of a man put a gun to her head, laughing as she cried, and begged for her life. I took a deep breath and kicked open the door.
I charged through the door, staring at the man who held a gun to Sophie's head. He hit the floor first. Lucian and I cleared the room in two seconds. All that remained standing were us. I glanced at him for a moment before we rushed the women out of there.