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“Listen to me. I’m supposed to go alone. Frankie can still come back and take them. I need you to stay here Dante. Please take care of my kid.” I looked at him with a hard stare, so he’d know I was serious.
This was one time when I had to work alone.
He nodded in agreement.
Chapter 23
Gio
Back to the warehouse district a different one this time.
Night had fallen giving the surrounding area more tension.
It was the type of warehouse people used as a storage facility with all the large containers. There was an area with forklifts and a giant workspace.
I knew that was where they were.
I had Torrez handcuffed walking next to me.
Bailey sat in a large chair looking out for me like the asshole he was.
“Where is Lyssa?” I demanded.
Bailey laughed. “Frankie.” He called out.
My chest caved when Frankie came out with Lyssa, his gun at her head. There was a bruise on her chest and over her eye like someone had hit her. Her mouth was gagged and hands were tied up in front of her. She was crying.
Fuck!
How the hell was I going to do this? My big idea of taking things back old school had royally blown up in my face. It had more than backfired.
Frankie was smiling at me.
“Exchange please.” Bailey called out.
“I want her first.” My voice came out showing my emotion and desperation, everything I wanted to hide.
“You are in no position to be making demands.” Bailey sneered. He was right since Torrez represented the money. Still Lyssa was my heart.
It would hurt me more to lose her than it would for them to lose him.
They knew it too and they obviously realized I knew it.
As if I needed confirmation Frankie did me the honor of pulling back the trigger. Lyssa cried even harder, her eyes fixed on me.
I had put her in danger. No matter what I did this was the cycle yet again.
Two guys came up to me with a little basket. “Guns now.” One of them said.
I had half a mind to whip out the damn gun and shoot all of them, but it wouldn’t work. I wouldn’t be able to do it, not fast enough.
However, that didn’t stop me from planning.
I took out the guns I had. I always carried two. There was a pen in my back pocket that was actually a knife; always overlooked.
I promised my boy I would bring his mother home. That was one promise I was going to keep.
I just needed an opening—something.
