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Yes. Vincent Gallo. He talked about sacrifices. Talked about…
I can’t remember any more.
“Let me go, Gallo.” I growl through clenched teeth.
“He’s not here,” the same voice says, “but I am.”
“Who the fuck are you, then?” I squint, trying to get my vision to become clear.
The man in front of me is dressed in a suit, and his hair is…gray. No, it’s actually white. It’s…
“Mario Bianchi,” I say.
His wrinkled lips twist into a grin. “You’re good, given we’ve never met. And this is Declan McAllister.”
“Miles’s father,” I grit out.
“Good again,” Bianchi says.
“What the fuck do you want with me?”
“We have no use for you,” McAllister says, “although I could take out of your ass what you and your friend cost me after that break-in you orchestrated.”
“Go right ahead,” I tell him, “and I’ll get you and your son for false imprisonment and attempted rape.”
Bianchi chuckles. “You think it’s all that simple. You’re such an innocent.”
I pull at my restraints. “I’m far from innocent.”
“You think because you ruled your cellblock you can take us on?” Bianchi chuckles again. “You have a lot to learn, Savage.”
“If you have no interest in me, why am I here?”
“Simple enough,” McAllister says. “You’re the bait.”
No.
No, no, no!
“You leave her out of this, damn it. She’s safe, and?—”
A blow lands on my jaw before I can finish. I’m not sure which one did it. Probably McAllister. Bianchi’s an old man. The ache jars me, makes my teeth rattle, but I’m good at hiding pain.
“You’ll never find her,” I grit out, spitting blood.
“No,” McAllister says, “but she’ll find us.”
Fuck. My hands are bound, and they took my phone. Used facial recognition while I was out cold.
Savannah. They called her on my satellite phone.
“Seems she’s very upset at the thought of us having you,” McAllister continues.
“How can you do this?” I spit out. “She’s your fucking granddaughter!”
Bianchi doesn’t answer. Why would he? This is business to him. He violated his grandson in the name of business. Got one of them killed.
I’m dealing with vile criminals, not unlike Zion in prison. Only these creeps have the upper hand. They have money and power, and they’re not locked up every night.
