Page 69 of Mafia Princess

“That’s why I’m here, for Christ’s sake.”

There was a long pause, and the gates finally creaked open. I didn’t bother getting back into my truck and weaseled myself through the gates as soon as the gap was big enough. My feet were unable to carry me fast enough as I ran down the long-ass driveway. Seriously? Who the fuck needed such a long driveway? It was like having your own scenic route on your way out of your goddamn estate. By the time you’d reached the gates, you’d probably forgotten where the fuck you were going in the first place.

I finally reached the house and didn’t bother admiring the huge building in front of me. I didn’t care that this house was one of the most immaculate, extravagant buildings in the city. I couldn’t care less about how the house represented some fucking Italian era.

As I rushed up the stairs, Dante came storming out.

“Where the fuck is my sister?”

I hunched over and placed my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. “Enzio. He took her.”

Dante leaped forward and grabbed me by the collar, his eyes shooting fiery daggers right at my forehead. “Where the fuck is she?”

“I told you. Enzio took her. That’s why I’m here.”

“What do you mean, he took her?”

I jerked his hands away from my collar. “Just what I said. We were in front of my apartment, and he appeared out of fucking nowhere, shoved her into the back of a car, and left.”

Dante stepped back. “What was she doing with you in front of your apartment?”

I kept my eyes on him, knowing all too well I was about to fucking throw myself to the wolves. Yeah, I totally went there.

“She was with me.”

His dark eyebrows drew together. “Doing what?”

Silence. The heaviest goddamn silence surrounded us, and the second Dante realized my not replying was actually his answer, he dropped the longest string of f-bombs I’d heard in a while.

“Goddammit!” He crouched with his elbows on his knees, his fists clasped in front of his face.

“Listen, Dante, I know this thing between your sister and me is complicated, but right now we have much more important shit to deal with, like where the fuck Enzio has taken her.”

“Fuck!” He got back up and started pacing. “Did he say anything?”

“Just that she belongs to him, and he already claimed her four years ago.”

“And then he kidnapped her?”

“Yes, well…no. I don’t know.”

Dante stopped pacing and glared at me. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“She was scared of him. I could see it. But he whispered something to her, and after that, she told me she wanted to go with him, and then she did.”

The front door opened, and Dante and I looked at the door when Antonio came out.

“What the hell is going on here?” he demanded.

Dante glanced at me then back at Antonio. “It’s Karina.”

Antonio stiffened. “What about her?”

“Enzio took her, and we have no idea where he’s taken her.”

Antonio charged toward us with pure rage in his eyes. “What the fuck do you mean, he took her?”

I stepped in next to Dante. “She was with me when it happened.”

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