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Israel

Alice yelled after me. “Israel, wait!”

My father’s voice bellowed over the parking lot. “If you leave this house in this condition, boy, you’re in for a world of hurt!”

I brushed off his threat and kept trucking towards the car until I dropped down against the seat.

“Where to, sir?” my driver asked.

I drew in a sobering breath. “Just drive around. I need to figure out where Bonnie is before we go anywhere.”

“Of course, sir.”

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Bonnie’s number. No one picked up. I knew I had just stepped into some pretty deep shit with my father, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what my brother was up to now. I had to track Bonnie down. I had to get to her before her uncle sank his claws into her.

“Come on, pick up,” I murmured.

And as my driver eased down my father’s winding driveway, the phone call picked up.

Another voice answered. “You know, I was wondering how long it would take you before you called her,” Pava said.

My back stiffened. “Where’s Bonnie?”

“She’s with me. She’s fine. For now.”

I growled. “What do you want?”

“I want to have a meeting with you. Man to man.”

“I know you’ve sent plenty of your men to try and kill Bonnie. And if you harm her--.”

“All right. If your mouth doesn’t want to talk, then maybe your wallet will.”

I shook my head. “Money, Pava? Really? Is that all you can think about? You have no sanctity for the idea of family?”

“Israel!” Bonnie exclaimed.

A chill rushed down my spine. “For every mark you leave on her, I’ll slaughter a person in your family. For every bruise, I’ll execute them in front of you. And for every drop of her blood that spills—”

“You really are into theatrics, aren’t you?”

I put my hand over the receiver of my cell. “To Pava Moretti’s house. As quickly as you can get there.”

“Yes, sir,” my driver whispered.

Then, I removed my hand. “I’ll pay whatever you want for her. But if she’s harmed—”

“Fifty grand,” Pava said.

That seemed a little light. “Done.”

He chuckled. “For every piece of her body.”

That sounded more like Pava.

“Israel, no! Don’t do it,” Bonnie shrieked.

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