Page 106 of Scarred Heir
My father rushed into the cabin, his silver hair dusted with fresh snow and his face red from the cold. His shoes were just as polished as if he had just left the house, and his suit pants had perfect creases down his legs. He looked every bit the mafia king.
“Milo.” He pulled me into a tight embrace, and I couldn’t contain the relief over him being back. “When I heard you went missing, I vowed to tear down the city until I found you.”
“I wasn’t missing, I just made a poor decision.”
“Which one would that be?” He glanced at Sable. “Driving the Porsche out in the middle of nowhere during a snowstorm? Not telling anyone where you were? Leaving the dealership without a guard?”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not finished.”
I shoved my gun in my waistband and waited for him to continue.
“You’re lucky that tracker was on the Porsche.” He motioned toward Josh, Ax, and Lucas. “Or else they might not have found you. Are you aware who this cabin belongs to?”
“Bello.”
“I suppose we have you to thank for this lapse in my son’s judgment?” he said to Sable. “Because I can’t really explain it.”
“It’s my fault, Mr. Accetti.” Sable stood next to me. “I’m the reason Milo is here.”
“Dad,” I said. “There was a problem, but I’m handling it.”
“I know there is a problem.” My father turned to Ax. “Can you bring the problem inside, please?”
“Of course, Mr. Accetti.” When Ax glanced at Sable with an apologetic flash in his usual stone expression, I knew who the problem was.
Now that my father was involved, it would be more difficult for me to keep my promise to Sable, but not impossible.
When Ax opened the door, a gust of wind swirled in, extinguishing what was left of the fire. He motioned for two more of our guys to enter. They each held Chance up by his arms, because he couldn’t stand on his own two feet. Judging from the blood and cuts on his face, my men had done their jobs.
“Chance!” Sable hurried toward him, but I grabbed her arm.
“I wouldn’t do that,” I said.
“Not only was this kid in possession of one of our SUVs when we found him, but he was also using my car to transport a package.” My dad gripped Chance’s chin. “Do you want to tell your sister what that package was?”
“I didn’t know,” Chance said. “Bello told me if I wanted to get back to you, I had to make the delivery.”
“What delivery?” I asked. “More fucking drugs in my territory?”
“If only.” My father released Chance. “A young woman was being transported to a pick-up location where she would be retrieved and put on a plane and delivered to her new owner.”
“What?” Sable whispered. “What does that mean?”
“It means she was being trafficked.” I moved toward Chance. “You were sealing a woman’s fate by delivering her to men who were going to sell her to someone who would do vile things to her.”
“Chance.” Sable’s voice cracked. “You didn’t do that. You wouldn’t.”
“I didn’t know.” Blood dripped from Chance’s nose, making him look even more pathetic than he was. “Bello didn’t leave me a choice.”
“No, but I did,” I shouted. “When I paid your debt and removed you from Bello’s clutches. That wasn’t fucking good enough for you.” I shoved him to the ground. “You couldn’t accept what I had done for you.”
This was why I never showed any mercy. I went against everything I believed in when I spared him.
“Milo.” Sable touched my arm. “Please.”
She couldn’t honestly think I would save him now. Not only had he betrayed me, but he was working for an operation that my father risked his life to dismantle.
