Page 16 of Saved By A God
My frown darkens. “So who did we beat up?”
“A body double.”
“He should’ve talked,” I mutter.
“She.”
The pressure in my head increases drastically, and a headache begins to pulse behind my eyes. “What?”
“We tortured a woman in that hangar, Enzo.”
Memories hit one of the after. The sound of her shoulder dislocating when I tackled her to the ground. Her skin ripping. Her blood seeping from the wounds and covering my fists.
A crack forms right through my fucking soul, and it feels like it rips me in half.
“Enzo?”
Spiraling hard and fast, I end the call. The device slips from my hand, and then I completely lose it.
I think I hit the steering wheel while shouting.
I hear the engine roar and the road rushing beneath the Mustang’s tires.
I can’t form a coherent thought and only feel the fury tearing through me as I drive.
Rosie
Seeing Augusto’s name, I answer, “You get three wishes. What can the genie do for you today?”
“Find Enzo right now.”
My fingers fly over the keyboard before the command even settles in my mind. The air bursts from my lungs as I gasp, “What happened?”
“I gave him bad news.”
The red dot appears on a map, and from how fast it’s moving, I can tell Enzo is speeding.
“He’s driving in my direction.”
“Oh, good. When he gets to you, try to calm him down,” Augusto says. “The body double for Ryo turned out to be a woman.”
“Jesus.” My eyes go wide as saucers, then I realize what it means. Augusto and Enzo tortured a woman. “God, that’s bad. How are you holding up?”
“I feel like shit,” Augusto admits. “Just fucking…”
My eyes stay glued to the red dot as I say, “I’m so sorry. You didn’t know.”
“Doesn’t make it any better.”
When it shows Enzo is here, I say, “He’s safe. Gotta go.”
We end the call while I pull up the exterior camera feed, and it’s in time to see Enzo climb out of his Mustang that’s parked haphazardly.
Not waiting for him to go through the scanning process, I open the heavy steel door, and once he’s in the underground parking area, I make sure it shuts behind him before I authorize all the elevators to open.
As soon as he steps into the first one, I get a close-up of his pale face and the sweat beading on his forehead.
My heart shrivels, and feeling his pain, I press the button for the intercom and keep my tone gentle as I say, “I’m here.”
