Page 122 of The Diávolos: Part Two
“I got a ping from the security feed, alerting me that it was breached. When I logged in, all the guards around the property were dead or unconscious, and I couldn’t get a hold of anyone in the house. Someone managed to break in. But it seems they werealone.”
My heart sinks as the words hit me.Angelica.
“Where is she?” I bark into the phone.
“I don’t know,adelfé. But gonowbefore it’s too late.”
Anger and fear boil within me, creating a storm of emotions that I struggle to contain. They’ve got mywife.
I throw my phone across the room, and it hits the front door, shattering all over the floor. I rush to my office to grab a new one. We must have been tracked through one of our phones.
As the new device sets up, I charge out of my penthouse, pacing in my elevator until it opens onto the underground garage, and I hop on my black Suzuki Hayabusa.
I don’t use it often, but when my emotions are high, and I need to pump out the extra adrenaline, I ride my bike.
It allows me to focus my attention on something else, making it feel like a thrilling escape, a way to momentarily shed my stress. Kind of like running but on a much higher level.
I slip on my helmet and ask the integrated Bluetooth to call Dion.
I explain the situation to him, and we plan to meet at Dr. Joseph’s right away with more men.
From what Xander told me, it seems like whoever ambushed the house was alone and still capable of wiping out my men. I have no idea who that could be, but I’m surprised that he’s never come under my radar.
As theDiávolos, I’m the eyes and ears of this city. And finding out that there’s an entire underground system that I wasn’t aware of as well as someone strong and cunning enough to get rid of a group of my most capable men alone, creates a palpable sense of fury and shame toward myself. How could I have not noticed what was happening when it was right under my nose?
The realization of how much danger Angelica could be in hits me like a sudden gust of air.
The engine of my bike roars beneath me as I grip the handlebars, leaning forward against the wind.
I need to get to my wife. Fast.
The throttle responds eagerly to my command, and with each twist, the scenery before me blurs into a high-speed symphony.
I can no longer see streets, cars, people, or buildings clearly. My vision is indistinct, but I don’t give a shit.
All I care about is getting to the doctor’s house and finding Angelica, killing anyone who gets in my way. When I find her, I vow to do what I promised: burn the whole world down, with my angel by my side.
Adrenaline courses through my veins as I push the limits, not worrying that I might crash.
At this point, I’m chasing the thrill, leaving the world behind.
When I approach Grant’s property, I slow down.
Dion and the men aren’t here yet, so I have to watch my surroundings while I wait, in case I get ambushed. Coming here on a motorcycle might not have been the best decision for my safety.
I roll through the open gates, and the scene before me is straight out of a movie.
Several of my guards are dead, their lifeless bodies covered in blood.
The door to the doctor’s home is wide open, and I somehow know that my wife isn’t in that house anymore.She’s gone.I try to calm my already frantic heartbeat.
I recognize the vehicle in the driveway as Grant’s car.
In the chaos of it all, I didn’t even think to call him.
Parking right next to it, I jump off my bike and take my helmet off, reaching into the seat compartment for a weapon.
I quickly put together my rifle, piece by piece, and double-check that my handgun is still stowed in the waistband of my pants.
