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So, then why was she avoiding me? My question would have to wait. It’d been two months since I eliminated her attackers. I climbed onto the jet, heading to Milan to execute the last part of my revenge for Mira. I’d had to wait for the heat to die down from the three men I’d killed before going after my next three targets—Those bitches who drugged Mira and passed her off to those men like a party favor.
They were women, so I couldn’t do to them what they truly deserved, but I would be sure to teach them a lesson all the same. Hurting the men in their families wouldn’t do the trick. They were too self-centered to care about anything but themselves.
Since I couldn’t actually hurt them, I had to get creative with a way to teach them a lesson and I’d orchestrate one they would never forget.
I'd found out from one of my men that Giulietta and her lackies were on a shopping trip to Milan. That worked out perfectly since they wouldn't be in Venturi territory, but it wasn't a city we were unwelcome in either. Plus, a big city like that made it easier for me and my guys to blend in.
Once the plane landed, the six of us grabbed our bags and flooded onto the tarmac and into the two waiting SUVs. We only had a few hours to set up our safe house and it would take every moment we had to prepare.
We were just putting the final touches on the converted basement when my phone rang. “Ciao?”
“Ciao, boss.” It was one of the guys I’d sent to track the girls when we first arrived. “I’ve still got eyes on the girls leaving the last shop of the evening, but I overheard them making plans to go out for a late dinner before they head back to their hotel. It’s only a couple of blocks from the restaurant and they weren’t driving so—”
“They’ll probably choose to walk back which will create the perfect opportunity to grab them. Keep an eye on them but be careful that you aren’t discovered. I’ll send some guys to help.”
I hung up the phone and turned to my men. “You three go help snatch the girls before we lose our window. Wear your masks. We don't want anyone to be able to id us later. I’ll stay here with Sal and put the final touches on our new digs.”
“Should we take both vehicles?”
“Two SUVs would bring more attention. I don’t think the girls will mind being crowded in the back and if they do, even better.”
The men chuckled before giving me a nod and heading out.
We finished lining the floor with random scraps of carpet to make the basement appear more disheveled.
"Make sure you double check those brackets." I motioned toward the five large dog kennels secured to the concrete floor and walls that would serve as the girls' cells.
"You got it. Why are there five cages? They're only grabbing three girls, right?"
"We don't want it to look like this place was set up with them in mind. We want them to think that there had been other girls here, that they weren't specifically targeted but that it was just a random act of opportunity."
"Makes sense. Now I see why you're the boss," Sal teased but sounded legitimately impressed.
There was a click of a lock unlocking before the basement door creaked open.
"You guys ready? We're bringing in the girls."
"Ready." I nodded to Sal and we both pulled down our ski masks just before the sound of shuffling feet started down the stairs followed by the fearful questions of our captives.
"Who are you?"
"What do you want from us?"
"If it's money you want, my father is loaded. He'll pay anything to get me back unharmed." One particularly pretentious sounding girl said, and I knew at once that she had to be Giulietta.
"Mettez-les dans les cellules," I commanded in French to better disguise myself from our captives.
I stood back, watching as each hooded hostage was roughly tossed into a cell until one of the men brought in a fourth girl.
"What the hell?" I whispered, grabbing his arm as he passed by. "There should have only been three."
"There was a fourth with them. Figured it was better to take her than leave a witness."
That complicated things a bit but chances were, if that girl was hanging out with that crowd, she could use a scared straight moment as well. I nodded to my man, and he shoved the fourth girl into a cell.
"Follow the sound of my voice and move to the front of your cells, placing your bound hands through the bars so that we can cut the ropes free." I remembered to keep a French accent even while speaking to them in Italian.
Each of the girls were bound at the wrists with twine, a sack over each of their heads. Even so, it wasn't too hard for them to navigate their small cells and soon each one had obeyed, except the one at the end.
