Page 83 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

“Thirty-five?” she whispered.

“Do we have enough fuel?”

Vi glanced at the gauge. “We have a half tank.”

“That should be good.”

Vi hoped so. They couldn’t waste any more time.

He’d been captured over sixteen hours ago. It was once again dark. That might help or it could hinder their rescue mission.

Of course, the address where Reaper was being held was not the same abandoned textile warehouse where he was supposed to set up that night.

She had to assume there would be a few people stationed inside and outside the building, protecting it and their prisoner, as well as any Chens on scene.

Before they left, Grim and Ghost had helped pack up the Terradyne with weapons and ammo. To the point it looked like she and her sister were going to war.

And if they had to go in guns blazing, it certainly would turn into one. The Chens weren’t going to give up Reaper without a fight.

Even so, there was no fucking way she was giving up on him, either.

She was coming to collect what was hers.

Vi kept her foot on the brake and dipped her head down enough to get a better view of the building to her left. “Is this it?”

Indie double-checked the map on her laptop. “Seems so.”

“No movement?”

“None. So, either he’s still in there or his tracking tag is.”

Vi hoped for the first scenario.

Her heart squeezed to the point of pain with the possibility that he could be inside, but not breathing. If that was the case, she would personally destroy the Chens herself.

If she couldn’t manage it on her own, she’d build her own personal army with her team of Shadows, the retired Shadows, and everyone in the Angels of Fury and Dirty Angels.

And if that army wasn’t big enough, she’d even involve the Blood Fury and Dark Knights.

She glanced over at her sister. For now, it was only her and Indie against a Chinese syndicate.

Was it smart?

Fuck no.

But she considered this a rescue mission and not a war.

The war was supposed to be the Chens versus the Russos. Obviously, their plan wasn’t working as smoothly as they’d hoped.

“I see movement,” Indie announced.

Vi’s head whipped around to look at her. “Where?” Did they move Reaper?

Her sister jerked her chin toward the corner of the large, metal building.

Just as expected. The building was being guarded.

So far, she could only see one man walking the perimeter. That made sense since it wasn’t a maximum security prison. Unless they had other people contained inside against their will or were storing illegal substances and stolen products, only one man needed to be guarded.