Page 280 of Untamed

He’s found something. But I give the smallest shake of my head. A silent warning. Not here. Not in front ofhim.

Dante catches it instantly.

Enzo straightens from where he’s leaning near the window, eyes narrowing. “Did you find something?”

Dante blinks once, then covers with smooth precision. “Nothing solid yet. Just came to update Ares on the villa sweep. No signs of forced entry or pre-packed bags. Her leaving was... spur of the moment.”

Enzo looks unconvinced. “That’s it? Nothing on who took them?”

Dante shrugs. “Not just yet.”

I give him a slow nod. “Wait for me outside.”

He lingers for only a second before turning on his heel and disappearing down the hall.

I glance toward the desk. Luciano hasn’t moved. Hasn’t spoken a word.

Smug bastard. It takes everything in me to not raise my gun and put a bullet in his skull right there and then.

Because whatever Dante just found, I’ll hear it somewhere we won’t be overheard. If Luciano and Enzo are in bed with whoever has taken Jordyn, I don’t want them tipped off.

I stop at the doorway, spine rigid, rage pulsing beneath my skin like a live wire. I glance back over my shoulder, eyes locked on the man who dares to call himself my father.

“If anything happens to her…” My voice is razor-edged, quiet, lethal. “…I won’t come back with questions, old man. I’ll come back to bury you.”

Luciano doesn’t blink. But his silence says everything. “You think you’ve survived worse? You haven’t seen what I’ll become if she dies. You haven’t met that monster yet.” I tilt my head, something unhinged in my stare. “But you will. And when you do, you’ll wish it was a bullet that ended you.”

I leave him in silence. No more words.

Because he knows. He knows I meant every fucking one.

He wants a legacy? I’ll salt the fucking earth beneath his legacy until nothing remains but ash and his name rotting in history.

The blood coursing through my veins feels red-hot. The moment I step out and walk down the hallway, Dante falls into step with me.

“Ares—” Enzo’s voice calls after me.

I stop mid-stride, every muscle in my body taut. The fury still simmering just beneath my skin. I turn slowly, my glare cutting through him like a blade.

He lifts his hands, placating. “Whatever you’re doing… I’m coming with you.”

I say nothing.

“They have my wife,” he adds, voice low, raw. “You’re not the only one who’s lost something.”

My stare sharpens.

“No,” I murmur, stepping in close, voice low but venom laced. “You’re just as much to blame for this as he is. You stood by him, sided with him. You helped manipulate her into leaving, convinced her it was the right thing, and now she’s gone. Jordyn and Bianca are gone because of you.” Enzo flinches like I slapped him.

Enzo exhales through his nose, slow and controlled. “Bianca was scared, Ares. She was worried about her sister. She thought Jordyn would be safer away from all this.”

“And you’re my brother!” I snap, the words cutting harder than any blade. “At least, you’re supposed to be. You were supposed to have my back. Instead, you helped tear the one good thing I had right out of my fucking hands. And now she’s out there, captured, probably being tortured.”

Enzo winces, swallowing down whatever he was about to say. “You want to help?” I grit. “Then start by not getting in my fucking way. Because right now, I don’t know if you’re part of the solution or part of the problem. And I swear to God, Enzo…” I step even closer, close enough for him to see the threat in my eyes. “If I find out you had a hand in this, even indirectly, I won’t hesitate. Blood or not.”

His eyes stay affixed to mine, but he doesn’t speak. Doesn’t deny it again. “Stay out of my way,” I snarl, then turn on my heel and walk.

We leave the manor without another word. The doors slam shut behind us, the echo sharp against the quiet morning. Gravel crunches beneath our boots as we cross the courtyard, the sun still struggling to rise over the Sicilian hills.

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