Page 84 of With This Kiss
“Yeah? How long do you think that’s going to last?”
“It doesn’t matter as long as he and I both get what we want.”
“And what do you want from this?” I asked. Because while Kingston had brought me into the fold, so to speak—letting me know Caine was working with us and betraying his father—Kingston never told me what he wanted.
He looked at my shoulder. “Go get that tended to.”
Then he walked away. I stood there for a long while before pulling out my phone.
I frowned when I noticed a missed call from Jamie.
I called her back right away, but all I got was her voicemail.
Dread came over me then, the weight heavy and uncomfortable as it settled deep in the pit of my stomach.
What the hell.
I pulled up the cameras I had installed in her apartment. The scene that unfolded had my heart running cold.
I didn’t think as I ran out of there, heading straight to her apartment—the entire way, I hoped, fuckingprayedshe was okay. Because if something happened to her, I would fucking destroy every fucking member of the Caparelli Famiglia.
I kickedopen her door with my foot, watching as it creaked from the move, nearly falling off its hinges.
Beside the door was a black battering ram, obviously what they used to break it down. I cautiously walked inside her apartment, pausing when I felt something sticky and wet on my boots.
My throat felt like it was on the verge of shutting. I didn’t think I breathed properly as I followed the trail of blood all the way to the end of the hallway. A body lay there motionless. I let out a small sigh of relief when I realized the blood belonged to this fucker and not my girl. I rolled the body over. He was stillbreathing, but barely. The blood seemed to be coming from the bullet wound on his leg and on his chest.
I shook the fucker, slapping his face until his eyes opened in small slits.
“Where is she?” I asked.
He gasped out something I couldn’t hear. I leaned down closer to his face, barely making out the word “Gone” before his eyes fell shut.
I shook him harder, but he didn’t wake this time.
Fuck.
She wasn’t wearing her shoes when the fucker took her from the apartment, and her phone was left in her room. There was nothing for me to track her with.
I closed my eyes.
If something happened to her…
Nothing was going to happen to her.
But fuck, where was she?
I needed manpower.
But who the fuck would I call to help locate Jamie Caparelli?
And I didn’t even know where to start.
I moved my hands down the fucker’s body until I came upon something hard. I pulled out the fucker’s phone. I slapped him again, harder, until his eyes opened, then I turned the phone toward his face.
It took a few times to get it unlocked, and then I was in.
I scrolled through the texts. Bingo. They had a fucking group chat.
