Valor

Chapter 23

Kai

Pulling up to Dawson St was difficult for me. There was nothing more I wanted to do than storm into that house and kill everyone there until I found Lilah. Dame had told me not to get my hopes up because it was most likely that she was moved to a secondary location, but it didn't stop my heart from staying on the fact that I could have her in my arms soon enough.

Mav and Onyx pulled in soon after Dame and I and within a minute of meeting up with them I could tell Mav was holding back from cursing us out for going in without a plan. He played it smart and bit his tongue.

Smart man. I love Mav, but I won't hesitate to beat the shit out of him if he gets between Lilah and me again.

"Are we going to do this or what?" I ask pulling my gun out and slamming the ammo. One glance at my brothers and I know they are just as ready, pulling their weapons out as we stalk across the street to the house with the red door. Kicking it open it easy and when we do we open fire.

Two men go down instantly unable to draw their guns to the unexpected intrusion. The others in the house are more prepared, shooting back within seconds of the first men falling.

I pull out my switch blade and charge at the men slashing my heart out until all I see is red. I bathe in the feeling of the warm blood spraying on my face and arms. It feels cathartic and exactly what I needed to calm the raging storm within my veins.

When the three men I charged at go down, I turn breathing heavily ro find my next victim, but unfortunetly it seems my brothers have solved that problem. Mav cracks the neck of the final man, his face an emotionless mask as he drops his limp body to the floor before meeting me in the kitchen.

"Where's the basement?" Onyx asks from behind Mav. They're all used to my bloodlust by now as I lick my lips cleaning the red liquid from them. I want to moan at the copper taste, but hold back knowing now is not the time to be rocking a hard on.

Dame walks over to a door on the far side of the kitchen, ripping the door open, locks and all. Dame isn't the most violent out of all of us, but when he loves, he loves hard. Lilah has a place in his soul now–nothing will stand between her and him. It's refreshing to know she has that effect on him. I should want to rip his head off for wanting what is mine, but my brothers and I are close enough that I don't mind them caring about her. The more people she has on her side the better. Plus, we all heard Dame fucking Lilah so I know the feeling is mutual. Dame is the best with women, a ladies man at heart. It's no surprise that he got closer to her than the rest of us. Although, that moment in the living room when she gravitated towards me and held my hand opened up a new feeling in my mind: appreciation. It was like she could feel the pained emotions coming off of me.

I was feeling pretty shitty after I heard Dame fucking her. She was with him for so long and fell asleep in his arms, cuddling close. Meanwhile after we fucked she walked away like it was a chore. That small moment we shared in the living room made me feel better; like she actually cared about me, but was holding herself back.

I'm last to walk down the stairs, and as soon as I place my feet on the ground, I want to snarl. Lilah isn't here, but she was clearly here before.

There are chains hanging from the ceiling and a wooden chair covered in barbed wire. Theres blood everywhere.

"FUCK!" Mav screams, kicking the chair until it breaks apart. He's breathing heavily eyeing the stained mattress in the corner and the chains hanging from the ceiling.

She was here and she was tortured. Is she still even alive?

I growl lowly, my body shaking with anger at the thought of those fuckers daring to mess with my woman.