Page 276 of Untamed

Then I turn to Dante.

“Call the Comandante Provinciale. Tell him I’m calling in that favour he owes me. Have him lock down the island.” He nods without hesitation. “No one in or out without our eyes on them.Tap into our network, call in every favour. I want every street watched, every fucking face accounted for.”

“And Nicolai?”

I glance back at the road, at the gravel stained faintly with blood and tyre tracks.

“He’s the only bastard bold enough to pull this. Find those SUVs. I want names, blood types, family trees. And then I want them in pieces.”

He hesitates for just a beat before asking, “What about Luciano and Enzo? They have Bianca too, he should know.”

“I’m going to pay them a visit.”

The silence that follows is a different kind, dangerous.Slow burning.

I turn back to the road; eyes locked on the dirt where tyre tracks cut through blood and gravel.

“They have her,” I say, the words bitter steel in my mouth.

I slide the bracelet into my jacket pocket, slow, like I’m loading a bullet into a chamber.

Dante nods once. “Not for long. We’ll find her before the day is out.” He’s already turning toward his bike, phone pressed to his ear, issuing orders like fire.

And me?

I stay where I am. Staring at the empty road, the gravel, Jordyn’s footprints in the dirt.

What if we’re too late?

The thought creeps in, quiet and cold.

What if they already touched her? What if they’ve alreadyhurther?

What if she’s…

No.

I grit my teeth and shut it down. But the chill in my spine stays. Lodged there like a knife.

And if she’s gone?

There won’t be enough blood in this world to make it right.

Nicolai Moretti, if I find out you and Luciano are behind this. I’m going to drag you both to the deepest core of hell myself.

So help me God, I will burn every fucking inch of Sicily before I let Jordyn disappear into a shadow I can’t reach.

I pull the bracelet from my pocket, the metal still warm from the sun. I stare at it for a second too long before my fingers curl tight, clenched so hard the edges dig into my skin.

“She wasn’t planning on leaving,” I voice quietly when Dante walks over. “Not like this. Something must have happened.” Dante watches me, tense. Waiting. “Someone spooked her,” I continue. “Maybe my father. Maybe Enzo. Maybe Bianca. Someone said the right thing to push her over the edge. She wouldn’t just up and leave, not after what we promised each other.”

I shove the bracelet back into my jacket and turn to him.

“Find the guard who let her walk out of the villa.” Dante’s gaze hardens, but he nods. “I’m going to deal with him personally after.”

I swing my leg over the Ducati, the engine growling as it roars to life.

“And sweep the villa,” I snap. “The bedroom, living room, kitchen, I want eyes on everything. Look for anything, see if she left something behind. A note, a message, I don’t care if it’s written in steam on the mirror. Find me something, Dante.”

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