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I squeezed her hand. “We have to try to help each other.”

“Do you really think your Finn will find you?”

“Yes.”

“I hope you’re right,” she replied as she sighed out a shaky breath, pulling her knees to her chest and laying her head on her hands.

I looked around the dark, damp space, sending up a prayer.

“Please, Finn. Please.”

* * *

FINN

I was going crazy. I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. I paced, spent hours with Niall and Aldo chasing down leads. More hours on the phone and in front of the computer.

I tugged my hands through my hair. It had been forty-eight hours since Una disappeared. I had no idea where she was. If she was okay.

My imagination ran rampant when I thought about it too much.

Was she scared? Hurt? Crying for me? What horrors was she enduring?

Would I ever see her again?

I was ready to storm the racetrack, infiltrate the building we were certain was a hidden lab, and force Lopez to talk, but it was Roman who stopped me.

“If we go in there and blow up his lab and not find Una, Finn,” he said, his voice steady, “you will have signed her death warrant.”

His words made me stop.

“You need to stay calm. She needs Finn O’Reilly right now. Syndicate man. Not her lover.”

Two hours later, Luca Costas walked in, adding more power to our search. But it seemed fruitless. Lopez hadn’t moved off the property. Brian hadn’t shown up that we’d been able to see. Una’s purse and phone had been left behind in her apartment. We’d discovered Tom in the garbage room, dumped into a wide, lidded garbage bin. He’d been shot but was miraculously not dead. Brian was as inept with a gun as he was with his brain. The bullet had grazed Tom’s head but buried itself into the wall of the garbage room. He was furious and upset when he came to in the hospital, but he was unable to give us much detail.

The car Brian had been driving was found in a deserted parking lot. There were no cameras around, so we had no idea what sort of vehicle he’d transferred Una to or where they went. Niall currently had a man tracing every car we could pick up in that area, trying to track which one might have Brian behind the wheel.

And then Roman and Luca disappeared. I hadn’t seen them since last night, and neither of them answered their phones. I was angry, frustrated, and pissed off. All I knew was they said they had to follow up on a lead. Since then, it was as if they had vanished.

Niall came in, looking as exhausted as I felt. He sat down, pouring a coffee and tossing it back like a shot of whiskey.

“Anything?” I asked.

“Rumors. Nothing we can substantiate.”

“I’ve reached out to everyone. Offered rewards. Favors. Called in favors.” My shoulders fell forward in defeat. “Nothing.”

He nodded.

“Where the fuck are Roman and Luca?” I asked. “I don’t understand.”

Niall began to speak just as the door opened, and they walked in. They wore the same clothing as they had been wearing when I’d seen them yesterday. They were both somber and looked tired.

Before I could speak, Roman held up his hand. “I know you’re full of questions. I had a lead I had to follow fast, and I didn’t have time to explain. I didn’t want to give you hope in case it didn’t pan out.”

“Did it?” I asked, my voice tight.

Roman and Luca shared a glance. “We need to sit down, Finn. This is gonna be hard to hear.”