“Cipriani Capuano?” A muffled male voice hisses.
“Who’s asking?”
“If you want your sister back, dissolve the family, and dismantle your empire. The Capuano Family must be no more or you’ll never see her again.”
“Who the fuck are you?” I snap.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Is this the Marconi Family?”
“Do you want your sister to live or die, Cipriani?”
My blood turns to lava. “Let me talk to her. How do I know she’s not already dead?”
“You’ll have to take my word. I’ll call back tonight for your answer.”
“If you touch her…”
Click.
The line goes dead.
The black screen burns into the back of my eyeballs as fury simmers under my skin. No doubt someone related to the Marconis is behind this.
I scream into the silence and throw my phone on the ground. Bending down to pick it up, I stare at the grass that covers the tracks. The symbol of nature’s quiet plan to take over the yard just like this masked man’s mission to end my family.
I dial Dominic’s number, but he doesn’t pick up.
I try again but am met with the same result.
I send him a text:Call me ASAP!
Cursing under my breath, I shove the phone back into my pocket.
I can’t panic.
Gigi has to be here.
The bastard on the phone doesn’t know we pinged her burner.
Picking up the pace, I go to a freight car, pressing my ear against the metal listening. Wrapping my fingers around the handle, I yank open the door with all my strength.
Nothing.
The line of train cars stretch on and on like a graveyard of metal and secrets.
We’re going to be here all day.
I move onto the boxcars and start forcing open the doors.
“Did you find anything?” Matteo yells across the yard.
“No!”
I don’t know how much time has passed.
My hands hurt from pulling at the doors.
