Page 157 of Made for Sinners

I turned to the guard. “Get me every man we have. Now.”

He nodded, pale. “Yes, sir.”

I stormed out of the room, my pulse a roar in my ears. My phone buzzed in my hand, and I looked down.

A message.

Unknown number.

A video file.

I tapped it open.

It was her.

Bound.

Gagged.

Terrified.

My Emilia.

My wife.

My fucking heart.

My vision went red.

The man in the video stepped into frame. Russian. Masked. Arrogant. He spoke directly to the camera, his voice low and cold.

“If you want her back, Conti, you’ll listen carefully.”

I didn’t.

I didn’t need to.

Because I was already moving.

I called Rafe.

“Get to the estate,” I said. “Now. They have her.”

“Who?” he asked, already alert.

“The Russians. They took Emilia.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then: “I’m on my way.”

I ended the call and grabbed my gun from the safe, checked the clip, and shoved it into the holster at my back.

I’d warned them.

I’d told them what would happen if they touched her.

I was going to make good on that promise.

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