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A few clicks later and we're watching the footage. It's boring, to be honest. No one comes in or out of the cafe. It's obviously closed. But finally, three figures come in the door, forcing the flimsy locking and strutting into the cafe. Carlo and two men I don't recognize. Seeing my son after all these years, even on the tiny screen, sends a shock through me.
Daisy described him as a monster, but he doesn't seem monstrous. He's just a cocky punk kid. Carlo heads behind the register and grabs a knife, waving it at the cameras with a sneer. He looks...well, like Carlo. The same dark hair and Falcone features. My features.
I watch the entire interaction. There is no sound, so as soon as the three men are off the screen, I know the action is basically over. Daisy said she ran out of the back alley, and Carlo and his goons must have done the same.
I motion for Jack to hand me a pen, and I write down the public email address for my head of security. "Email the footage here and?—"
I'm interrupted by a scream from out in the front of the cafe, and I'm running before I can even process the noise.
I burst into the room to see Daisy, her face as white as a sheet, with the male customer from earlier gripping her arm in a punishing hold. The female customer and the barista are both screaming.
"He has a gun!" one of them cries, "on his hip!"
Fuck.
"Let her go," I snarl. Daisy's eyes find me, and they are terrified, darting wildly back and forth. My security detail burst into the cafe, guns drawn, but the space is too small.
And this motherfucker has my Daisy.
"Carlo sent me," the man growls and yanks Daisy's arm. She cries out, and I take a step forward, rage building in my blood. "One more step and I'll put a bullet between her eyes."
"Dom," Daisy gasps, my name ending on a sob.
"Easy," Ashton's voice calls from somewhere behind me. "Let's all just take it easy."
"Carlo said he wanted her delivered alive," the man continues, smirking. "He doesn't need her unhurt."
"Dom," Daisy says again, her eyes pleading.
The rage is overwhelming. I'm a Falcone. And nobody threatens a Falcone.
"You can't shoot him," Ashton murmurs. “The ricochet…this place is too damn crowded.”
"Let him try," the man crows, tightening his grip. Daisy cries out, and the fire in my blood burns even hotter.
"Get everyone out of here," I say quietly, and I can sense Ashton and the security team moving to clear the cafe.
As soon as the doors are locked and the customers are safely out, I reach into my jacket and pull out my gun. He still hasn't drawn his, but he knows we're too close together. I can't risk a shot with Daisy right there.
So I guess we're going to have to do things the old-fashioned way.
Flicking my wrist down, I throw my gun and hit Daisy's captor in the knee. It shocks the hell out of him, enough that I'm able to rush in, fist cocked back, and clock him. The man lets go of Daisy, and she falls to the ground. I punch him again, and he staggers back. I shove him hard, wanting him well and away from my woman before I fucking kill him.
He goes flying back. His head hits the counter, and there's a sick cracking noise. And then, suddenly, he's slumped against the floor.
The blood-red rage starts to drain out from me, and I whip my head to look at Ashton. "Get this fucker out of here. Make sure he lives and wring all the answers possible out of his sorry ass."
"Yes, sir."
Daisy whimpers, and I rush over to her, scooping her up. "Angel."
"Dom…" She sobs, her face buried in my neck.
"Shh, sweet girl."
"I thought I was going to die."
"Never," I swear, carrying her back to the office. I can hear the sirens outside, no doubt the police, and I know that Daisy is in no shape to answer questions or explain how her ex-boyfriend's henchmen knew she was working here, or how she was connected to Carlo at all.
