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The fear in his voice makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I glance around the room again. “What the hell have you done?” I screech, my heart racing.
“Lorenzo Moretti doesn’t deserve to spend a second longer not knowing if he’ll ever see his wife and child again, Keres.”
I yank open the bedroom door and rush into the main room but only my things remain. There’s no trace anyone was ever here with me. “What have you done?” Panic threatens to overwhelm me.
“I did what was right. I warned Phoenix so she could leave before he gets there.”
I suck in raspy breaths as the room spins around me. “You spoke to Lorenzo Moretti? You told him where she is?”
“I had to.”
“You put her in danger, Father. Phoenix won’t just run. She hates the Morettis. She’s…” I sink to the floor and put my head between my knees.
“Keres!” Father Mike calls down the phone.
“She’s sick,” I sob. Phoenix will kill Mia before she ever lets her go. I was the only one who could get through to her. And now she knows that Lorenzo Moretti is coming for them both.
I suck in deep, gulping breaths. A warrior doesn’t escape fear, they conquer it. I need to move. I need to get to them before he does. It’s the only way to save them both.
Chapter
Thirty-Two
ACE
It takes us just over half an hour to get to Toledo. When we get to the city limits, I pull over and take my phone from my pocket, pulling up maps to check directions to the address Lorenzo gave me.
Romeo rolls to a stop beside me. “How far now?”
I peer at the map. “About a mile and half.”
“Did Lorenzo say anything about where we’re headed? If Keres and her crazy ass friend have anyone else helping them?”
“It’s a small house. As far as he knows, it’s just Phoenix holding Mia captive, but we need to be careful anyway.”
“So we’re up against one woman?” Romeo scoffs.
“Yes. But might I remind you that Keres is one woman.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “She’s no woman. She’s a fucking psychopath.” The admiration in his voice makes me roll my eyes. She’s not a psychopath by any stretch. Smart and calculated, sure. Damaged? Oh yeah, so fucking damaged. But she feels. Maybe even feels too much.
I stuff my phone back into my jacket pocket, confident I know where we’re headed. “Let’s go.”
A few minutes later, we pull up in front of a sweet-looking little house. Not the kind of place you’d expect someone to be held captive in. It seems like a quiet part of town, but right now, a little before sunrise, it’s eerily quiet. Still, I don’t want to risk causing mayhem on this peaceful street unless I absolutely have to. I roll to a stop and kill my bike’s engine as Romeo pulls up alongside me.
“She in there?” he murmurs.
I nod and pull off my helmet.
Romeo does the same, and his blue eyes narrow on the house across the street. “You got a plan?”
“Yeah. We go in quietly, assess the situation, and get Mia out without causing any more carnage than we need to. We have no idea who else might be in there.”
“Got it.” He cocks his head, a devious glint in his eyes. “But if shit goes down, we handle it, right?”
I give him a curt nod, but I fervently hope no shit goes down. Best case scenario, we get in and out, quick and clean, and I have Mia sitting on the back of my bike within the half hour.
We dismount our bikes and cautiously approach the house. The coming dawn casts long shadows, but I keep my gaze trained on the windows of the house, watching for any sign of movement.
