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“On the car I just sent my father to a remote cabin in?”

“Fuck,” Leo said, already on his feet and reaching for his phone. “Sweetheart, I need that address now.”

I’d never moved so fast in my life, grabbing Gav’s phone and signing into my email from there, searching for the booking email, then sending the screenshot to Leo, who’d been on the phone no fewer than four times in the span of time it took me to get the information.

“I want to come,” I said to Gav as he rushed through his apartment, grabbing a gun off the top shelf in his bedroom closet.

“Babe, no.”

“He’s my dad.”

“And you’ve already been hurt on this.”

“You’d be there. And Leo. And whoever else he has called. No one will be able to get to me. But my father will need me after this.”

Gav looked conflicted but nodded.

“Okay. But if I say you stay somewhere, you stay, okay? I couldn’t stand watching you get hurt.”

“I promise.”

“Then grab your shoes. We leave now.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Gavino

Ira and the woman had half a day ahead of us. Assuming Daniel stopped to shop like Caitlin told him to, he probably lost two, maybe even three hours to gathering supplies—depending on how far out of the way the closest shopping center was. So he’d probably arrived at the cabin around ten. Spent some time setting shit up. Went to bed.

As for Ira, I had to assume that he went from the garage to Caitlin’s apartment—the address easily found in her wallet. It would have taken him at least an hour to toss the whole place. Probably closer to two.

Then who knew how long it would take him to remember to use the tracker.

Either way, the chances were high that Ira and the woman had made it to the cabin not long after Daniel.

Unless, by some miracle, he’d gone somewhere else first. Maybe to Daniel’s home he shared with the woman.

Maybe we’d get really fucking lucky and the signal of the tracker died out. From the looks of the listing, the cabin was out in the middle of nowhere. Nothing but trees around for miles and miles.

Honestly, I had to give Caitlin credit. If she did have to run from the mob, she would have been pretty damn safe all the way out there.

It was a tense drive, Caitlin and I in the backseat of Leo’s SUV. One of Leo’s soldiers was in the passenger seat. There was a car already ahead of us with a twenty-minute head start.

No one spoke, save to clarify directions.

Caitlin was a ball of nerves, every muscle tightening with each passing moment.

I rested my hand on her leg, but I didn’t offer her empty promises I wasn’t sure we could keep. If Ira had made it to the cabin ahead of us, there was a chance that Daniel was hurt. There was a chance he was dead. It all depended on if Ira got what he wanted yet or not.

Daniel was a big guy. He had a good chance in a fight. But if Ira showed up armed…

I shook the thoughts off.

It wasn’t going to help anyone to get myself worked up about this. I was just hoping Daniel was alive. I didn’t want to have to be the one to tell Caitlin her father had been killed.

“You okay?” I asked as Caitlin’s breath got more and more shallow.

“I’m glad you didn’t want to kill me,” she said, her hand going to her throat. “This is really claustrophobic. I don’t think I could have stayed in the cabin.”