He quickly adds, “I swear there was nothing on the tapes. I don’t know how they got her.” His voice raises with anxiety.
“Tell me everything, Johnny.” I’m calm. Deadly calm. Suddenly, I don’t feel a fucking thing from my hangover. All I see is red.
“I got a text with a video. They have your girl, Rebecca.”
“Who and where?” That’s all that matters. I just need that info, and I’ll get her back. She’s mine. I don’t give a fuck what she said last night in the heat of the moment. I don’t give a fuck if she pushes me away again.
She’s mine.
“De Luca.” I hear Johnny swallow, and that pisses me off. I wait for more while I climb out of bed and throw on the first clothes I find. Sweats and a white tee.
I snarl into the phone, “Where!” He better fucking know.
“We’re on it now.” My hand tightens around the phone, and I have to close my eyes. My shoulders rise and fall with my angered breaths.
“Someone decided to send us a message. To send me a message. And they didn’t give any instructions? You aren’t able to track the message?”
“It-It’s just a video.” My blood turns to ice. I glossed over it earlier in my haste when he first mentioned it, but a video means there’s something to see. Fuck, no. I wait for more. I don’t want to ask.
“They roughed her up, Dom.” I can’t breathe. I swallow down my heart, which feels like it's trying to climb out of my throat.
“She alright, Johnny?”
“She’ll be alright. I promise you, Dom. We’ll get her back, and she’ll be alright.” I wanna ask, but I can’t. I just need to get to her. I need to see for myself.
“What about her son?” A panic spreads through every inch of me. He’s just a child. They better not have touched him.
“Preschool. He’s still in class.”
“Get him out now. Give him to Ma, and don’t let either of them out of your sight. You hear me, Johnny?”
“I got you, boss. I’m on it.” Damn right he is. No harm is coming to her son. No one’s hurting him. Over my dead body.
“We’ve got to find Becca now, Johnny. How long ago did the video come in?”
“Fifteen minutes.” He’s quick to answer.
“How long does Tony need?” I ask with a calmer voice than I thought I could manage. I shove my shoes on and walk out the door with my keys in my hand. I don’t know where to go. I don’t know where she is. But I can’t fucking sit around just waiting. I need to do something.
I’m the reason she’s in this mess.
“Any minute. We’ll know any minute now,” he answers.
“I’m calling Tony. Call me the second you hear anything.”
“I will, boss.”
I hang up the phone and quickly dial Tony’s number. As I listen to it ring, the full weight of everything crushes my chest.
It’s my fault.
I led them to her.
I must have. I couldn’t stay away. I ruined her.
My eyes close as the phone goes to voicemail. Because of me, she may be dead right now.
“You sure this is it?” I’ve got two guns on me in holsters, and another in my lap. I chamber the round and lean forward in my seat, looking at the rundown warehouse. They better fucking be in there. It’s been forty minutes. That’s too fucking long. I watched that video over and over, looking for any kind of clue. My gut sinks, and my fists clench. My poor Becca. She doesn’t deserve this shit. I got her into this mess, and I’m gonna get her out.
“This is it, boss,” Johnny answers. Vince leans between the two front seats as the car behind us parks.
“Time to kill some De Luca fuckers.”
“Let’s go.” I’m the first out of the car. If they’ve got eyes on the parking lot, they’re gonna see us coming. There’s no way around it. It’s a warehouse in the middle of nowhere on a huge concrete pad with a runway for planes. There’s no hiding. No getting in or out undetected.
I hear the guys get out and come up behind me as another one of our cars pulls in. I don’t wait though. I’ve waited long enough. All of us will come. The entire family is coming to kill these fuckers. You don’t mess with one of us and get away with it. We’ll find you. We’ll hunt you down, and make you pay.
That’s what we do.
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