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As Gil and my brothers murmur their agreement, I turn to the two men on the floor. “If you want to get out of this alive, you’re going to have to start speaking. Tell me everything you know about your boss, starting with his safe houses.”
They exchange glances.
I pull out my gun.
“Wait,” the larger of them blurts. “Tommy’s a trickster, and he’s also extremely cautious.”
“Meaning?”
“He won’t risk moving your woman into his home in case she’s wearing something you can track.”
The other one nods. “He once put a chip in some woman’s neck so he could see where she went. Tommy might think you’d do the same.”
“Then he’s keeping Emberly in one of his buildings?” Benito asks from the other line.
“But if he’s a trickster, won’t he put her somewhere less obvious?” Cesare asks.
I take a screenshot of the room and send it to Gil. “Forward that picture to everyone and get them to ask around. Someone must recognize this interior.”
“What are you going to do?” Gil says.
“Make sure I’m not a minute late to meet Galliano at that slaughterhouse.”
I walk to the doorway, my heart thudding with dread. The meth lab is in full production, with chemicals boiling in their vats. Cooks wearing hazmat suits flit from station to station, their faces hidden behind masks.
Now that Galiano has slithered out from his hiding spot, I can call that firm of assassins I had on retainer and offer up a potential location.
I walk to the smallest of the cooks and place a hand on her shoulder.
“Got a minute?” I ask.
With a nod, she makes her way to the exit.
As I walk beside Isabella, I send a silent prayer to the gods of chemistry that she and her team can help me with my plan.
SEVENTY-TWO
EMBERLY
As Tommy bundles me out of my apartment, regret washes through my veins. Roman told me New Jersey was dangerous, but I didn’t listen. I thought it was another one of his lies. He offered me a safe place to stay, where I would be protected, and I threw minestrone soup in his face.
I knew there was something off about my cousin, but never thought he would use me as a pawn in his vendetta against Roman.
His gloved hand grips the back of my neck like a vise, and he marches me through the building’s hallway toward the exit. “Be a good girl and don’t make a scene, or I’ll carve that brat out of your corpse.”
A shudder runs down my spine.
Mom always told me never to allow an abductor to move me to a second location, but that advice only works with scumbags who are afraid of getting caught.
Tommy would murder any witnesses before they even thought about calling the police.
The building’s front door swings open, and Mr. Wilder steps inside. His large frame fills the doorway, and he stares from me to Tommy.
“You okay, Kate?” he asks, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.
I grimace.
“Out of the way,” Tommy snaps. “I didn’t pay you to interfere in my cousin’s business.”
