I smack him. “You son of a bitch. How dare you use my sister.”
“I know it was wrong and trust me, I felt guilty afterwards. I really do care about Gigi and I wanted to stop, but I owe the Bianchi Family too much money. Then yesterday I got a call from an unknown number.”
“Who was it?”
He winces. “I don’t know. It was muffled, but it was a man’s voice. He told me if I brought Gigi to the cafe, I would be given the rest of the money I owe the Bianchi Family.”
“You didn’t even question what they wanted with her?” I grip the pipe.
“I did. I did. The man said that Gigi was the rook to the queen and it was a checkmate. He assured me that Gigi wouldn’t be killed and I just needed to do as he said. I had to bring her to the cafe and then I would get the money. The next day, out of the blue, she showed up on the doorstep of my townhouse. She was crying because you told her that she couldn’t see me anymore.”
“I should have killed you first then forbid her from seeing you,” I mutter.
He glares at me. “I suggested we go to breakfast. I took her to the cafe. We were seated at a table in the back like I had been told. A few minutes later, Gigi said she had to go to the bathroom. I followed her and saw her get apprehended just outside the bathroom by two men in suits. They gagged her and dragged her out the back door into a black SUV. I ran back to my car and found two suitcases filled with money on the front seat. I started driving to the Bianchi Mansion to give Biagio the money when your dumbass cousin and goons ran me off the road then kidnapped me.”
Anger strangles my words.
What did my sister ever see in this inconsiderate self-centered brat.
“You motherfucker!”
I hit his shoulders.
“How dare you sell my sister out for money.”
Arms.
“Dumbass gambling imbecil.”
Thighs.
He lets out a scream and jerks against the bonds as the iron pipe connects with every part of his body.
“You didn’t even care about her wellbeing. She could be dead.”
Blood trickles down Elio’s face and he looks like he’s about to pass out.
“Stop Cipriani. Please. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done it. That was wrong of me. Don’t kill me. I swear I’ll never go near your sister again.”
My phone rings. It’s Lucia.
“Cipi!” She cries. “I was able to locate Gigi’s burner. It’s showing she could be in the abandoned rail yard near Cicero Ave.”
“I’m on my way.” I throw open the boiler room door. The guards and Matteo are in the hall.
“Cosimo and Gaddo untie Elio and drop him off at the hospital.” I grab Matteo’s arm. “We need to go.”
“You’re not going to kill me?” Elio gasps.
“Not yet.” I reply. “You better pray we find her and she’s unharmed. Because if we don’t there’s nowhere in this entire world where you can hide that I won’t find you. If you thought this was bad, I’ll be sure to kill you in the most painful way possible. I want to make sure it’s my face you see when you die.”
Chapter forty-two
Questions fill my brain with each pounding step as we sprint from the parking lot to the abandoned railyard off Cicero Ave.
This is our territory.
Why would someone kidnap Gigi and bring her onto our turf?
