“I want her dead.”
Wiz paced the length of the small, musty cellar, his pulse pounding in his ears. He wished the steady drumming would drown out the anger seeping into his soul. Wound tighter than a man staring down the barrel of a semi-automatic gun, he took a few cleansing breaths to release the anxiety roaring through his veins. It wasn’t working. Nothing was working.
He kept moving. Except for his combat boots stomping against the dusty concrete floor and the low hum of a nearby furnace, the space was quiet. Gagged and bound, flanked by his two best friends, the woman who had slithered into his life and almost destroyed everything he held dear, sat glaring at him. She wiggled in the hard wooden chair trying to free herself to no avail. Her eyes, cold and unyielding followed his every move, making him hate her that much more.
He stopped and stood before her, feeling nothing but disgust. Red, glassy eyes and the slight shakes confirmed she was high. Hell, considering her condition, she wouldn’t even feel the torture he intended to inflict on her, but it would help him. It would help him try to piece his life back together. It would help him feel less guilt for not being on American soil to protect his wife. It would help him get retribution for the life this bitch had taken.
A life for a life.
“Wiz, think about what you’re planning to do here,” his friend Quinn said, his gloved hand propped against the closed door and the low rumble of his voice cutting through Wiz’s thoughts. “Let me handle this. I can take care of everything and you can head back to the hospital. Your wife needs you. Besides, you have too much to lose.”
“I’ve already lost almost everything and thanks to this woman, Olivia is fighting for her life.”
Wiz had no doubt that his friend could make this woman disappear. Quinn, like Wiz, was a Navy SEAL. But unlike Wiz, Quinn had been on several special military teams participating in some of the most dangerous black ops. Q was good at what he did. Damn good. Legendary for his ability to disappear and make his enemies disappear.
“This is something I have to do,” Wiz finally said, turning the ornamental handle of his tactical combat knife back and forth in his hand. “I want her to feel what I feel. I want her to know what it’s like to have your heart jerked about and then ripped out of your chest.”
“Well, if we’re going to do this shit, let’s get it done,” Malik said.
The large flashlight Malik held trained on the woman didn’t wobble despite the fact that he held a Glock 41 in his other hand, aimed at her head. As a weapons specialist, he was comfortable with any type of firearm and rarely hesitated to use one. He was a strike first and ask questions later kind of guy.
Neither of Wiz’s friends thought twice when he requested their assistance in finding the person responsible for Olivia’s abduction. Enduring Bud/s together, the Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL training, they had vowed then to always have each other’s back—no matter the situation.
“This isn’t you,” Quinn reiterated and stepped closer to Wiz.
No, it wasn’t him. The navy might have trained them to be killers, but not this way. Wiz had never imagined that he would one day be driven to take a woman’s life.
No women. No children.
He stared into unflinching eyes. Eyes so familiar, yet so different.
A whole new wave of rage pounded through his veins. No. This wasn’t a woman. The female sitting before him was a monster. Only a monster could do the things she had done. But no more. Never would she be able to hurt Olivia again. Never would she get the opportunity to hurt another living soul.
“You know I’m with you all the way in whatever you decide to do, but think about this. There’s no turning back,” Quinn said. “This bitch isn’t worth losing everything you’ve worked so hard for.”
Q was right … again. Olivia was lying in a hospital fighting for her life thanks to the piece of trash who was now glaring at him.
He ripped his gaze from hers. Bile rose to his throat remembering the condition his wife had been in when he left the hospital. No amount of military training could prepare him for the devastation of seeing the only woman he had ever loved battered, bruised, and barely holding on to her life.
Thirty-six hours ago his father’s words had almost brought Wiz to his knees and they still played around in his head. A retired navy man, Sergeant Major Andrew Miller didn’t rattle easily, but Wiz had heard the concern in his father’s voice when he called. With connections Wiz could only dream of having, his dad had made arrangements for Wiz to head back to the U.S. immediately.
He and his SEAL team had just returned from a rough mission in Myanmar, and all Wiz wanted to do was leave the depressed country and head home. However, hearing his wife was missing wasn’t what he had expected the moment they touched down in Germany on their way to the U.S. When Quinn and Malik were told what was going on, they hadn’t hesitated to take leave.
Wiz’s world had been thrown on its axis when he finally talked with his father. An icy fear had surged through his veins after being given more details regarding Olivia’s disappearance.
Despite surviving in some of the world’s most dangerous jungles and perilous waters, nothing was more terrifying than hearing the news that something had happened to his wife.
He, Quinn, and Malik had boarded the waiting plane. Eighteen hours later, they were in Chicago searching for Olivia. Quinn sought help from the underground world of gangs, and they found Olivia half dead in a drug house.
Wiz shivered at the memory. He had never experienced that type of fear in all of his life. Fear that he had lost the one woman who made his heart beat every day. The one woman whose smile alone could light up his world. And the one woman who he would lay down his life for.
He turned back to the person responsible. She should have been a person Olivia could count on, but instead she had been the one who left her sister to die.
The walls of the dark, damp cellar closed in around him. In the musty hellhole, rage gripped him, constricting the little air fighting to get to his lungs.
He had to do this. He had to end this. Because of her, he had nearly lost the one person he couldn’t live without. And despite what his wife had endured, Wiz knew that if she ever found out what he was about to do to her twin sister, she would never forgive him.
I just have to make sure she never finds out.
Copyright © 2015 by Sharon C. Cooper