Page 81 of Keeping My Girl

CHAPTER43

Nicholas

THE ENTIRE CONTROL room is on edge, everyone buzzing with barely controlled rage, the tension so thick in the room that you could literally cut it with a knife. Constantine has Aria and Selina, and there’s not a goddamn thing any of us can do about it.

“They could be in another state…or hell, another country by now!” I yell, exasperated, running my hand through my hair and pulling at the ends in frustration.

It’s been hours, and Aldo isn’t any closer to finding out where Constantine has taken the girls. We lost the trail on them somewhere downtown, and he hasn’t been able to pull enough camera footage to find out where they went. And all of our men out there searching the streets, abandoned buildings and warehouses have come up empty.

My father’s expression is solemn when he announces to the room, “I’m going to call my contact person with the FBI. We need their resources and manpower.”

“The FBI?” I scoff. “If they help us, then Constantine will never get what he truly deserves.” Which is a long, gruesome, and torturous death. Only the best for that bastard, in my opinion. I want to see him die and rot with my very own eyes.

“And if they don’t help us, we could lose them forever,” my father says vehemently. “We need all resources on this. We’ve helped them out many times in the past. The least they can do is help us now when we need it the most. I have all the right connections to take care of this and walk away clean with no questions asked.”

I reluctantly nod in agreement. If my father is anything, he is a very smart man when it comes to matters such as this one. “Do what needs to be done,” I tell him.

He gives Aldo a nod, and I watch as Aldo begins typing on his computer, probably setting up the secure line we’ll need to contact the FBI.

I pace the concrete floor as my father gets on the phone, my hands curling into fists, my biceps trembling as anger begins to boil inside of me. I’ve never felt so goddamn helpless before in my entire life. Maybe back when Selina was first taken from me, but I was a dumb kid. I’m an adult now. With resources. There has to be a way to get them back safely. I don’t want to involve law enforcement, but every second, every minute, every hour that ticks by lessens our chances of finding them.

My father’s murmurs in the corner of the room cease, and I stop pacing to turn to look at him. “We move in one hour,” he announces to the room.

One hour. Fuck. That’s longer than what I wanted to hear; but considering everything that needs to be put into place before we can get to Aria and Lina, it could have been way worse.

One hour. I check my watch, set the timer and watch the seconds tick down.

I’m coming for you, Selina.

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