Page 60 of Owned by the Italian Mafia Boss
I try calling her cell phone, but there is no answer. It goes straight to voicemail.
“Fuck,” I curse, dialing Victor next.
No answer.
“What is it?” Matias asks from the backseat.
“Delilah isn’t answering her phone.”
“Well, she’s taking a test, right? She won’t be able to.”
That’s true, but she knows to check in with me if she’s ever without me. Maybe she forgot because I’m always with her. “But Victor didn’t answer either.”
Gianni pulls off to the side of the road and puts on the hazard lights. “Try again, and I’ll start the location search.”
He opens the middle console and pulls out a tablet, turning it on to start the software.
I try Delilah and Victor again, texting them both with no luck.
“Something is wrong,” I say, cold coiling in my gut like an icy snake. “Turn around. Go back.”
“We can’t go back. We have to go to the docks, Carmine. There’s no way around it.”
“Then call a fucking Uber to take you there because I will not have anything happen to Delilah!” I roar at my brother.
“It shows Victor’s car is two miles from the school, but Delilah’s signal is coming up differently. She’s not in her classroom.”
“What are you talking about?” I lean over just as Gianni does, holding the tablet between us.
He points to two green dots. “That’s Victor. He isn’t moving, so he can’t be driving, and this is Delilah.” Gianni moves his finger up the screen, then across it. “She’s supposed to be here. This is where her classroom is, but she’s here.”
“And where is that?” I grumble, snatching the device out of his hands to get a better look.
“According to the blueprints, it’s a basement.”
My heart stops beating, and I hold a hand against my chest as fear possesses me. This is why love is so complicated for me. Everything is different when the heart is involved. I’ll sacrifice anything for her right now to know she’s safe. This is my weakness, and she’ll forever be used against me.
“Who is staying, and who is coming?” Unbuckling my seatbelt and opening the door to get into the driver’s seat.
Everyone gets out of the car, but Matias speaks first. “I’ll go with you.”
“Me too.” Ivar lifts his hand, then cracks his knuckles. “I don’t like it when someone decides to hurt a woman.”
“Everyone else, call an Uber. I don’t care how you get to the docks; just get there. I’ll keep you updated on Delilah.” I climb into the driver’s seat, and Gianni is tapping away on his phone.
“Dimitri is on his way,” Gianni informs.
Dimitri is a dirty cop who likes to get in on the action every once in a while. I’ve tried to get him to work for me full-time as security, but he almost has his thirty years in before he can retire and have a pension. He said after that, he would take me up on my offer.
“Tell me if there are any issues at the docks. If I don’t hear from you in a few hours, I’m going to assume things went south.”
Gianni nods. “Sounds good.”
Without saying another word, I slam the door. Matias takes the front seat, and Ivar takes the back while everyone else is waiting on the side of the road for Dimitri.
Slamming on the gas, the tires squeal, and the scent of burned rubber fills the cabin of the SUV. If I get there too late, I’ll never forgive myself.
And the lack of forgiveness will fuel my need for vengeance.
