Page 143 of Ruined
“Get the fuck out before I change my mind.”
I turned my back on him, walking to the other side of the warehouse as I heard him struggle to his feet, the sound of his labored breathing filling the space. He stumbled to the door. Finally, the heavy door groaned open and slammed shut.
Silence.
I dragged a hand down my face.Everyone knows.How did this get out? I pulled out my phone, flipping it open. Three missed calls from Luca.
“Shit.”
I hit redial, pacing as the phone rang. Once. Twice. Then straight to voicemail.
“Luca, it’s me. Call me back.”
I hung up, frowning as I noticed the other missed notifications—texts and missed calls I’d ignored while hunting down Alexei’s men. I swiped through the screen, dread pooling in my chest.
Santino’s name lit up the screen.
I answered. “What?”
“Luca escaped the hospital.”
I froze. “What?”
“He ripped out his IV, took his shit, and left. Delilah’s losing her mind.”
Blood drained from my face. “How long ago?”
“Half an hour, maybe more.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “Son of a bitch.”
“We need to find him, Dom. He’s in no shape.”
“I’ve got his location,” I said, sending him the address. “I put a tracker in his car a while ago.”
“Good thinking.”
“Meet me there.” I headed for the warehouse exit.
I ended the call and shoved my phone into my pocket. My heart hammered as I climbed into the car and slammed the door shut. The engine roared to life.
What the hell are you doing, Luca?
He was chasing Alexei. It was a trap, and he was walking into it. Stubborn idiot.
I pushed the gas pedal to the floor, the tires screeching.
Hang on, Luca. I’m coming for you.
THIRTY-FIVE
LUCA
I reloaded my gun.
I stared at the building’s heavy iron door. Of coursethiswas the place Alexei chose. An old Bratva safehouse. I’d spent a year of my life here—caged, humiliated,trained.My skin crawled just standing outside it.
Don’t think about it.
