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“Actually, I have a better idea. What if you just called him? Maybe you can tell him how he needs to hide from me, because I am after blood for him killing my baby. We will give you the location to tell him,” she says, with no emotion in her voice.
I know deep down that hurt her worse than any wound ever could.
“W-what?” Alex says.
Zara’s gaze unfocuses to some place on the wall in front of her.
“Dolcezza, concentrate.”
She takes a deep breath and returns her attention to the bruised and beaten man in front of her. “Yes, Alex, that’s what happened, and that’s exactly what you’ll tell him. He knows what I am. He will believe you and he will run there.”
“I’m sorry, Zara. Truly. You don’t deserve this. I can do it.”
“Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to help the men who did this to me.” A flush of red works its way up her throat as the pitch in her voice raises.
He leans away from the knife point she brandishes inches from his nose. “I didn’t have a choice.”
I step forward, place a hand on Zara’s shoulder and squeeze.
Her body is tense beneath my touch. “That’s bullshit, and we both know it.”
Grayson hands me Alex’s phone.
“What’s his number stored under?” I scroll through his contacts list.
“Dad New.”
Zara laughs. “Of course it is.”
George's croaky voice fills the air, causing my fist to tighten.
“It’s about fucking time, Alex. Tell me you’re okay?”
Alex coughs, looking up at Zara, who presses the knife against his skin to remind him.
“Yep, look. You need to get somewhere safe, George. Zara’s on a rampage. She was in the explosion, and she lost her baby. She’s out for blood, yours specifically. Do you have somewhere to go?”
“H-how do you know that?” George stutters.
“She came to me looking for you. I’m lucky I only ended up with a black eye. She’s crazy.” Alex swallows hard and looks up at Zara.
“I know. Shit. Okay. Where?” The stress oozes out of the speakers of the cell.
“I’ll send you the location. It’s not safe over the phone.”
Clever. Maybe he isn’t as useless as I first thought.
“Well, hurry the fuck up. I’ve got Romano breathing down my neck, asking questions. Do you know if Frankie survived?” George sounds almost frantic.
“I-I don’t have a clue, sir. She seemed really upset, so I don’t know.”
“Text it over now. I need to leave.” George cuts the call.
Alex’s eyes widen as he leans back, and she follows his throat with her blade. “I did what you asked!”
Her hand quivers and she chews on her lower lip.
I cup her elbow and bend to whisper in her ear. “Take a few steps back, baby.”
