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I didn’t need Anthony to tell me I was fucked. His eyes said everything I needed to know. We exchanged a brief second of silence. Then, he shut the door and locked me inside my prison.
Chapter Fifteen
Angelo
A text message dinged in my pocket. I reached into my suit jacket to check my cell phone. My blood ran cold when I hit play on the video. It was Gia. She was alive but for how long?
I squeezed my cell phone so tight I thought it would break into pieces. Horrified by the video that played before my eyes, I blinked a few times to make sure it was real. Gia was on a stage, stripping for a crowd of men screaming and waving sticks with numbers in their hands.
They were bidding on her.
I made a fist and bit down on it, my anger rocking through me.
Sonny came up next to me. “What are you watching?”
Instinctively, I pulled the phone from his line of sight. “The people who took Gia are making her strip for them. Whoever has her is auctioning her off.” Anger shook through me, causing me to tremble. “I will kill every last one of them.”
Sonny cupped my shoulder, and I shook him off. I hated being touched now more than ever.
“Where is she?”
“I have no fucking clue,” I shot back. “A strip club, maybe. Who knows?”
“Let me see.” Sonny held out his palm to me.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you fucking crazy? You wanna look so you can go home later and jerk off to my girl. I don’t think so.”
Sonny rolled his eyes at me and sighed, his hand still out in front of him. “Hand it over. This is the only lead we have on Gia, other than a tape recording that told us nothing. One of us might recognize the place.”
“One of you?” I glanced over at Pete and Marco, who were hovered over Sal. “No, fuck that.”
Sal was still on the table in the kill room, with his feet and head bolted to a wooden board to keep him in place. His face was bright red from choking on the half gallon of water Pete had just dumped on him. He was a hard nut to crack. While Sal’s tip was good enough to take us to Enzo’s safe house, it didn’t lead us back to Gia. We are also nowhere near finding Dom or Enzo.
“What are you girls jabbering about over there?” Pete set the water bottle on the table and strolled over to Sonny and me. “Recognize what place?”
“Someone texted me a video of Gia from a blocked number.”
“Let me see it,” Pete demanded with his hand out to me.
“No, she’s naked in the video.”
Pete smirked. “Like I care.”
I stepped back from him. “This situation is f
ucked-up enough.”
Pete moved his finger toward me, his hand still outstretched. “Give it up, baby bro. We can’t find her without a lead, and this might be the only one we get.”
Grinding my teeth together, I turned my head to the side to avoid Pete’s gaze. He hated the word no, and he would never hear it from my mouth. I was too loyal for my own good.
“C’mon, Angelo,” Pete growled. “We don’t have all fucking night. Do you want to find your girl alive?”
As much as I wanted to deny him, I gave him my cell phone. He was right. I needed his help to find Gia. Even though it pained me to see her like that, at least, she was still breathing. She looked like she wanted to cry. But she sucked back the tears and put on a straight face for the men in the crowd.
Pete hit the button on the video with Marco and Sonny looking over his shoulders. I stood in front of him and stared down at Gia. She was being brave for her captors.
“I would have taken Gia off your hands a long time ago if I would’ve seen this,” Pete said, licking his lips at the screen. “She could work at Scores.”
