and right now in my honest opinion we’re running out of time and tactics.”
“There must be some way of getting to her, so she coughs up the info we want,” Massimo insists.
I can’t think of a way that doesn’t include losing a limb or issuing some damage to her.
“You manipulate her. Find a fucking way. Do what you must because the longer this festers the worse it will get. If Mortimer thinks his daughter was taken, he’s going to naturally start looking at the people strong and powerful enough to infiltrate him.”
That’s a given. Although I think the key word is powerful. I look at Dominic. People will know the type of things he can do. We’ve done the impossible by not only finding out Mortimer has a daughter but taking her too. Something like that can only be achieved by having a man like Dominic around. I don’t doubt Mortimer will know that.
“He’ll consider that we took her,” Dominic says and releases a sigh. “He’ll think of the people in the underground with the type of skill it would take to discover his secrets.”
“Exactly,” Massimo agrees. “That points to us. I won’t be idiot enough to think the man hasn’t been watching us in some way and there is the issue of trust to consider. Things are happening around us and people who are supposed to be trustworthy are proving they can’t be trusted.”
He sounds like he’s found out more shit in regard to the Syndicate, but now’s not the time to worry about them. One thing at a time.
“Right now, it still looks like Isabella escaped,” Massimo adds. “The picture of her in her car and the time the image was picked up makes it looked like she was given a pass to get gone. That’s good for us at the moment. The guards think Sacha helped her because he’s the only person who could have allowed it. The relationship between them is strong enough to fully believe he would help her.”
As he says that an idea hits me hard and I straighten up. One of the first things Isabella worried about was her bodyguard. She thought her father would kill him when he realized she’d been taken. It was Sacha she was talking about.
She thought of him first before she even started pleading for herself.
I look back to Massimo. “I think I have an idea. The guard Sacha. He’s important to her. I think he might prove more useful to us than we anticipated.”
“What are you thinking?” Massimo asks.
“Use him to make her talk or get him to talk. Whichever. She maintains that no one knows where her father is. One of them must know something. Or I’m sure they can be persuaded.”
I can’t torture her but someone else can be tortured to get answers. One of them will talk. Isabella thinks of Sacha as a father figure. When I was listening in on the last conversation she had with him she told him that. That seemed to be the sentiment that made him give in to her request to leave the house. There was something sad in his voice too when she mentioned Eric. They share a bond I can use to my advantage. I’m sure she won’t like to see him in pain.
Massimo nods at that. “Good idea.”
“That is a good idea,” Dominic agrees. “You’re not going to bring him here though are you?”
“No,” I answer. “We can sort something out, so he stays in Rhode Island. I’ll get Nick and the boys to get him.”
“I’ll send back up,” Massimo says with a nod of approval.
He likes the idea. It’s just, however, one more thing I’ll feel like a bastard for when it’s done. One more thing for Isabella to hate me for.
Chapter Sixteen
Isabella
It’s hot today. So hot I’m sweating.
I’m grateful Tristan didn’t come back and cuff me to the window again. The freedom of movement enables me to shower and clean myself in the En suite bathroom.
When I finished, I chose a loose-fitting t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants from the stash of clothes he brought me. I wondered if they belonged to Candace. We’re about the same size so it would make sense. I also couldn’t imagine Tristan prepping clothes for me to take on this kidnapping spree.
I’m out on the terrace because it’s cooler than being inside the room.
Today his brother brought in breakfast which wasn’t as elaborate as days gone by. It was just a buttered roll and a glass