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“What?” Lev hissed, still unable to get the tension out of his flexing jaw.

“If you find her alive, I suggest you have someone on hand to help the woman.”

“Help how?” Corrado asked from behind Lev.

He hadn’t wanted to ask. His heart hurt enough, and he was already struggling to keep it hidden.

“In every way imaginable.” Marco didn’t look away from Lev when he added, “I got the impression from Jensen that girls rarely lasted more than a few days with him when they were … the disposable type. And if he has bought and paid for her, then I suspect he doesn’t plan on her going back, does he? She certainly won’t need to be returned in a condition good enough to be presented to the public. Again, a professional courtesy. Do with it what you will.”

“Fucking hell,” he heard Alessio mutter.

The phone dropped from the guard’s hand to Marco’s waiting palm.

Lev only said, “Make your calls. And make it fast.”

They were running out of time.

He could feel it in his soul.

A soul that was dying.