Bruno was one rook.
Who is the other?
As if by magic my phone rings.
I freeze.
My heart hammers as I see Enzo’s name appear on the screen.
“Hello?” Fear lingers in my chest.
“Cipi! It’s Gigi. She’s gone.”
“What do you mean gone?”
“She went out with Elio this morning. We followed them and tried to intercept, but they gave us the slip. Our men located Elio a while later, but Gigi wasn’t with him. We checked her house and the places she normally goes to, but she’s not there. Also her location on her phone stopped working.”
I zone out as he continues to stammer.
The rook is clenched tightly in my hand and I wish I could kill it.
“Keep looking for her. Find Elio and bring him to me right fucking now!”
“Yes, boss, we’re on it.”
I hang up the phone. Tears prick the corners of my eyes.
No.
No! No! No!
My mind wanders back to the fight from earlier.
That was so stupid.
I should have handled it better.
I should have known Gigi would be defiant.
If she’s dead, I’ll never forgive myself.
And I’ll tear Elio limb by limb until he tells me where the fuck she is.
Chapter forty-one
All I know is if I have to bury my sister, Elio is a dead man.
Please Lord, let us find her alive.
Let us get to her in time.
If anyone has to die, take me instead.
My fingers touch each bead of the wooden rosary hanging from the rearview mirror.
The city blurs past as I speed through the south side of Chicago.
Thank God for multiple cars.
