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through the windows at us. Let e m ’ try something, I’ m sure we can have heaps of fun taking down a few street punks, whose balls have n’ t even dropped yet.
    I wait for Harry to remove himself from the driving seat of his black Range Rover, before I follow his lead. I am itching to break down the door, but as Harry said, it could endanger Connie and force Dan to do something rash without thinking clearly.
    The adrenaline is causing my whole body to shake, the rage flowing through my veins is so extreme, Ido n’ t think I have ever felt this volatile in my life before.
    Harry nods at the symmetrical vehicle behind, and out jump three men, suited and booted in combat trousers, black tank and chunky black boots. All have buzz cuts and are wearing nasty looking scowls on their faces. They are quite clearly connections from his past, a past that haunts him and he does n’ t ever talk about. Not that I’ m complaining, I’ ll do whatever it takes to get my girl back.
    Harry starts throwing hand signals around, and two of the men head off around the back of the estate, I can only guess to cover the back entrance. He nods at me, handing me a small hand gun and gesturing for me to follow.
    He knocks on the front door, as if we are a neighbour coming to ask to borrow some tea bags. I bite my tongue to rein in my wild thoughts, thoughts of smashing the door down and storming the house. Shooting everything that moves. I know this is for the best, i t’ s just so bloody hard when my girl could be inside hurting.
    The door cautiously opens, a small, older woman with dark brown hair and plain features peeks her head around the side. Her eyes bulge as she takes in the sight of three massively intimidating men staring her down on her door step.
    She gasps and tries to slam the door shut, but Harry is too fast for her and slips his foot in the gap, gripping the edge of the door with his fingers and wrenching it back. She squeals in protest and starts wailing tha t‘ we are not welcome here, sh e’ s an elderly widow and this is n’ t good for her healt h’ . I leave Harry to deal with the crazy woman at the door and head straight for the stairs, catching fresh spots of blood out the corner of my eye on the bottom step.
    I throw myself up the uncarpeted stairs as fast as I can, not even pausing to take a breath. I can hear shuffling and grunting from the end of the hall, and a window ajar grabs my attention. The fury is building the closer I get, i t’ s like I have built in radar to Connie, I know sh e’ s out there and I’ ll do whatever it takes to get her back and take down the fucker who thought he could take her from me.
    “ Stop, you take one more step and I’ ll shoot . ” I hold the gun with my arm outstretched, legs dangling over the window sill, readying myself to shoot and take him down. A red haze flits across my vision upon seeing Connie passed out, dangling over Da n’ s shoulder with blood covering her face and parts of her body.
    Dan swings his head in my direction as I jump from the window, edging my way towards them. His eyes are shifty, like a trapped animal. This man is n’ t right in the head, he has a crazy look about him, a completely unstable man that is now under pressure .“ You really gonna shoot me, when I’ m holding the one thing you came for? If I go down she goes down with me. Now back the fuck up or I throw her . ”
    H e’ s right, how can I shoot him when the fucker would just dump Connie straight off the building, it may not be overly high, but i t’ s still enough to do her damage.
    I back up, albeit slowly, awaiting my chance to jump down after him and take him down at ground level.
    He spins and makes his way to the ladder balancing on the edge of the building, barely holding Connie as he goes. My heart is pounding and my throat is constricting at the idea he could drop her or get away.
    I race to the edge, hearing a whizzing sound and look down to see Connie sprawled on the