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I turn to Conner. “Find Turner.”
I stand there and look over at Nova’s bag on the table. Her gun is right beside it. Fuck, she’s out there somewhere, completely unarmed.
I turn at the sound of Conner’s voice. “Because Vice said so, that’s why.” He presents Turner to me, who looks confused.
“Sir?”
“Where’s my wife, Turner?”
“I don’t know, sir. I thought she was with you.”
“Nope. I left her here.”
“Maybe she went for a walk to cool down after your argument.”
I step closer. “Who said we argued? And I find it hard to believe she just went for a walk when I left her handcuffed to the bed. Don’t worry, though. I can check the video feed.”
His face goes pale.
“I like to watch us fuck, so I had cameras installed in the bedroom. These aren’t on the same circuit as the others for obvious reasons.”
I pull out my phone as Turner backs up.
“I’ll just get dinner prepared.”
“My wife is missing, and you think I want fucking dinner?”
I access the feed and go back to just after I left her. And lo and behold, I watch as Turner enters the room.
“I can explain,” he says when he sees my face.
“I’ll ask you one more time. Where is my wife?”
“She wasn’t good enough for you. She’s a Fiore whore. I know what they did,” he chokes out.
I pull back my arm and punch him. He screams as I pull back to do it again.
“No, wait. Aldo has her. He said she belonged to him. You can find someone else. Someone good?—”
I swing my fist and punch him again, knocking him out.
“Cut out his tongue, then take him to the shed. I’ll deal with him when I find Nova,” I tell Miles.
“Igot it.”
“Let’s find Gia and see what she knows,” I tell the others, storming out of the house with both mine and Nova’s phones.
Isaac calls in the rest of my men and our allies as we head toward Gia’s location. I stare down at Nova’s phone. There’s a picture of us on the screen. I’m asleep, and she’s leaning on my chest, looking happy. I didn’t even know she’d taken it.
I don’t know how long I stare at it before I feel the car come to a stop. I look up and see that we’re in an industrial area, parked outside a line of warehouses. I climb out, walking past the cars lining the street as I track Gia.
“Hold up, Vice. This could be a trap.”
“Ask me if I fucking care, Isaac.”
“Nova probably isn’t even here. She—shit,” Conner curses, bending down and picking something up off the ground.
He holds out a three-inch knitted dick for me.
