Page 32 of Knot your Princess
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The next time I wake up, I’m not alone.
Quinn is hovering over me, glaring down at me like an avenging god. “Did I die?” I ask sarcastically.
“Not yet,” he growls. “What the fuck? You were meant to keep her safe, not get yourself shot and her abducted.”
“Abducted?” I groan in horror. “How long ago? Is she still missing?" I struggle to sit up, but he pushes me back down by my forehead. It’s undignified for a strong alpha such as myself to be treated like a rag doll.
“Yes, two days ago, and yes.”
It takes me a minute to process the order of that.
“Two days? I’ve been in here for two days already? Let me get out of here. I can find her. It was Enzo…”
“We know.”
“Then why is she still missing?”
“He told Cesca that he had our daughter. He did not tell her where. We're still looking.”
“Cain?”
“He is still alive, if that’s what you’re asking,” Quinn replies drolly. “What the fuck happened, Nico?”
“There was a tiny bit of overspill from the bank heist up the road from the gallery. I got Sophia to safety before anything major went down. But then fucking Enzo ran us off the road and fucking shot me. I’m so going to kick his ass when I find him.”
Nothing is going to stop me this time from getting up and walking out of here. Two days is long enough to be laid out on my ass while the woman I love is in danger.
Quinn snorts with amusement, but then he turns grim again. “Can you get up?”
I nod in confirmation and stand up, once again removing all the monitoring bits from my person.
“Cesca cannot know that we knew about the heist,” he mutters. “She will murder us both.”
“Noted.” There are few things that Francesca Calabrese now Quinn cares about, but her daughter is one of them. She is special, precious to the family for more reasons than she knows. There is no way that the Head of the Calabrese crime family will let anyone live if she thinks they purposefully put her daughter in danger. “So what do we do now?”
“Find Enzo before she does. She has her team working on it, but so do I. Trouble is, the accident was in a blind spot, and laying low is Enzo’s specialty. If he doesn’t want to be found, then he won’t be.”
There is a slight pause before he continues in a low tone. “Did you get what I sent you in there for?”
“Sort of. The dossier is taped under a desk in a back office. But I got a video of the contents. Enzo will want it. Where’s my stuff?”
He nods to the cabinet next to me. I reach over and open the drawer, seeing my phone and pulling it out. “I need to make a phone call.”
I dial Trent, the head of the Taskforce I’m covertly working for, in a ruse that makes my head ache.
“Yeah,” he growls.
“Four, five, two, one, six. You know where I am?”
“Yeah. Assume you’re on your feet. What’s your next move?”
“Leaving and heading back to Quinn’s compound.”
“You know what to do when you get there.”
He hangs up, and I hand the phone to Quinn. Gathering up my clothes, I start to get dressed, wincing as my side aches like a fucker. Two bullets in the vest that broke my ribs and one through and through which missed all vital organs. Fucking prick. He didn’t want to kill me, just incapacitate me.
