Free Bound By Blood: (The Betrayed Series Book 2) by Victoria Renteria Page B

my suspicions. Fuck. It is Gyeong Chee. He happens to be a nasty SOB, he has dealings with the Kkangpae, running drugs, prostitution, and even some rumors of human trafficking. If this fucker has anything to do with my Goddess’s disappearance, I will readily inflict excessive amounts of—what do the human rights activists call it—oh, that’s right . . . maltreatment.
    If only they knew how many times that “maltreatment” saved their asses from getting blown to bits. Yet we will continue to fight and die to keep them safe, and they’ll never know the difference. Noah nudges me in the side. Glaring at him, I ask, “What?”
    “I said, yes, that’s him. And I asked how we’re gonna proceed?”
    Scowling, I look back at the man in the alley. “Let’s attempt coercion first. If, and only if, that fails, then it turns into a snatch and grab. I really want to take him willingly first.”
    Noah snorts. “When in the hell do they ever go willingly?”
    “Never.” I smile.
    “You’re bad.”
    Shrugging, I respond, “I’m just trying to find my girl. And we both know I’m gonna do whatever it takes to find her.”
    Nodding, his smile is cold and cunning. “Well, it looks like we’ll have our chance because our man is on the move,” he says, inclining his head toward the alley.
    “Time to roll,” I say, opening the door and jumping out of the vehicle at the same time as Noah. Using darkness as our cover, we palm our weapons, silently making our way across the alley where Chee is trekking toward us. Blood rushes through my veins as my heart pounds furiously in anticipation. Each inhalation fuels my muscles, feeding them for what’s to come. Running silently through the alley, Noah and I close the remaining distance, coming to a stop around the corner of the building.
    Peering around the ledge, I motion for Noah, waving him around so that we can take Chee from both sides. Reading my signals, he backtracks around the perimeter, getting into position. After a few moments pass, Chee comes into view. With a sharp whistle, the signal is sent. Noah leaps off the ledge he was concealed on, landing just to the side of Chee. With a grunt, Chee takes several steps back, reaching for something in his waistband.
    Rushing around the corner of the building, I charge Chee, using my shoulder to ram into his chest. Grunting, all of the wind is knocked out of him as he stumbles back several paces into the wall. Not having a moment to spare, we each grab an arm, securing Chee so he’s unable to reach for a weapon. Safety is always the first priority on any Op. Blowing out a breath, I look at the man in front of me. At first glance, he really doesn’t seem like much.
    However, looks can be deceiving. Hell, I know that from personal experience. Shit, just look at Sabrina. She’s a perfect example. Mentally, I dispel all thoughts from my head other than the task at hand. My eyes narrow down to tiny slits, zeroing in on Chee as I snarl, “It’s come to my attention that you may have some information in your possession that I will be requiring. So we can do this one of two ways. The easy way or the hard way. And I’m really hoping that you choose option number two . . .” I let my words fade into nothingness. The only sound that can be heard is Chee’s panting.
    The man’s chest is rising and falling so rapidly I’m hoping he doesn’t have a damn heart attack before I get the chance to interrogate him. His eyes go wide for half a second before a cold gleam washes over him, and he leans forward.
    “Do your worst, gentlemen.”
    Tossing my head back, I bark out a laugh that’s devoid of all humor. “Oh, you have no idea what you’re asking for.”
    With my free hand, I seize hold of his hair, brutally snatching his head to the right. Chee struggles, thrashing wildly as my grip tightens and I move us into the shadows, obscuring us further. With a sharp nod to Noah, I watch as he sinks the needle into Chee’s thick