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After about ten minutes when I’m about to climb the walls, she comes running up and I see Cannon slip out of the front seat to throw himself at the little woman.

“Hey, Cannon. That’s who I’m waiting on.” He nods and steps aside and Alexia’s eyes follow him.

“Jeez, who’s the giant?”

“Focus, Alexia.” I hold the video in front of her eyes and play it for her. The first video. “Do you recognize that car in the back there?”

“Yeah. That looks like Jeremy’s car.”

“Jeremy!” I snarl and snap my head back around. “That’s who the fuck it is. He’s trying to do another fucking takeover but this time by getting her kidnapped!”

“That’s not gonna work.”

“She’s gone isn’t she? I guarantee the fucker thinks he can take over if she’s not here.”

“So we go get him and break his face open.” Bruno smacks his fists together and I grin. “I like the way you think. But no. First off, we’re gonna go find our little doll.”

“How the hell do we do that?”

“You get those cameras around there queued up and we track that fucking car. And I’m gonna see if I can find a property that either one of them owns.”

“What should I do?” Alexia says breathlessly.

“Go back there and keep the cops busy. They don’t like us and if they start trailing us they might end up getting in the way.”

“Got it. Get her back, guys.”

“Absolutely. There’s no other option.”

We search as she leaves to go mess with the search. I’m glad she trusts us enough to get her friend home.

“Bingo! I’ve got something. There’s a damn deserted garage that dickweed owns. It’s only a few blocks away from here.”

“Did you get that, Cannon?”

“Got it.” He slams the car into drive and I feel my body slamming back into the seat.

I don’t give a fuck. I just want her back and then I want to kill the person that took her.

That’s not too much to ask is it? I don’t think so. I think it’s the bare minimum right now and that’s all that matters is right now.

CHAPTER11

Violetta

Igroan and slowly open my eyes, my body feeling heavy and sluggish. My head feels like it’s full of cotton wool.

“There she is. I hope that this is worth it. I better get every bit of money that that dickhead promised me.”

I groan and try to put my head in my hands but my arms won’t move and they feel heavy as hell.

“Where am I?”

“You’re with me. I know you don’t know me but the guy that asked me to collect you does know you and I’m pretty sure that you know him.”

I lift my head up slowly and groan, my head swimming and my stomach heaving like I’m on the ocean waves instead of sitting tied to a chair.

“Who the fuck are you?”

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