“Gideon!” Dean snapped at me. “Get your shit together. There is zero time to fall apart. You have answers waiting for you. Go and get them and bring the rest of our family home.”
He was right. I believed Ivan and Mikhail knew where Penn and the twins were—they had to.
“Cops are watching the house. I need a way out.”
“They’re on the street, not the backyard. If you go west, it’ll bring you to the neighbor’s yard. Have someone pick you up there,” Dean said.
It was as good a plan as any. I texted Ronnie to meet me at the corner. Quickly, I grabbed my Desert Eagle and my Colt and slipped out the back.
Dean was right. The cops weren’t watching the yard, and I was able to make it undetected to the corner, where Ronnie was waiting for me. I got into the car and instructed him to take me to the port. I was getting answers tonight and bringing my family home.
Mikhail and Ivanlooked as though they’d gone eight rounds with Mike Tyson by the time I arrived. Toni was leaning againstthe wall of the crate while the two brothers were passed out, blood dripping from their mouths.
“Are they dead?”
Toni shook his head. “No, unfortunately.”
“Get anything?”
“I’m close. The other crate has three shooters. One is actually Benito’s guy; the other two are Bratva. I think we might have better luck with Benito’s man.”
I pointed to Mikhail and Ivan. “Clean them up. If I get the info from Benito’s guy, I don’t need them.”
“So then why am I cleaning them up?” Toni cocked his head.
“Because Alex is going to want vengeance and right now, they are all I have to offer. I want them in one piece so he can tear them apart.”
Toni’s gaze fell, and he frowned. “Yeah…I can’t believe Mila is dead.”
“We’ll have time to let that sink in later. Right now, I need to find my family.”
I exited the crate I was in and walked to the other one. It was easy to spot which was Benito’s guy. Bratva dressed a certain way. I strolled up to him and grinned.
“Are you going to make this easy on yourself and just tell me where your boss has taken my family?”
He swallowed loudly, nervous. Good. “Just tell him where Monica and his children are, and he’ll let them go.”
“Ha! If you believe that, you’re an idiot.”
“You’re going to kill me if I tell you.”
I shrugged. “Yes, but I’m going to kill you either way. One is quick, the other is not. You can choose whether you get a bullet through the head, or slowly, my men peel the skin from your bones.”
One of the Bratva snorted, and I glared at him. He rolls his eyes. “He will fold.”
Benito’s man sneered. “Fuck you!”
“No fighting, boys. Now…what’s your name?”
His blue eyes shifted from the Bratva to me. “Pete.”
“Pete, okay, so what’s it gonna be?” When he didn’t say anything, I walked to where Ronnie stood and held out my hand. “Knife.”
He smirked and handed it off. I returned to Pete and without hesitation jammed it into his thigh.
His scream echoed through the metal space. I stepped away and he threw up.
“Pathetic,” one of the Bratva said. I ignored him.
