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Matteo yelling my name snapped my head up. I nodded sternly, letting him know I was in control. But I was far from it. Something ugly started growing inside me. Dark and bloodthirsty.
Serena is a dead woman.
After arriving at the control room for the house’s security, we all watched the video of a big man exiting the house, carrying Becka’s limp body over his shoulder like a dish rag, he then dumped her in the trunk of the car. All I could think about was diving into the monitor so I could rip out both men’s throats and put a bullet in Serena’s head.
Fury vibrated through me as I took in my beautiful wife’s blood covered face. It’s not supposed to be like this. We are going to leave together. I’ll find you. God please don’t take her from me.
“They tracked the car into Boston but lost it after it crossed the Alford St Bridge.” Nico had just hung up the phone with one of our insides at Boston PD.
“Shit!” I scrubbed my hands through my hair, looking for a trash can to vomit in. The monster I was keeping at bay raked its claws against its cage. Anticipating the knowledge that when the time came I was going to set him loose. The beast wanted blood, and I would be more than happy to deliver.
“Vinny, call everyone that isn’t here. I want eyes on Serena’s family penthouse and the clubs. Nico, find her normal driver, see if he knows anything. Check the flights and make sure she hasn’t scheduled a jet to get out of the country. Steven, run facial on the guys who were helping her. See if Boston PD knows who they are and where to find them.”
Matteo continued barking orders that were barely audible over the ringing in my ears. People moved around me, phones rang, voices yelled to one another, but all I could do was watch the video of Becka being stolen away, over and over again.
A deep, black hole opened in the pit of my stomach with the anticipation of a loss beyond anything I could imagine. With every flash of Becka’s bloody face on screen I wished I’d never left her side. The idea that I might never see her radiant smile again, never feel her silky skin under my fingers, or hear her laugh was more than I could bare. To imagine life without her was a pain that crushed what little was left of my soul. She was the light that pierced the dark with her loyalty, forgiveness and love.
Minutes passed as I listened to the flurry around me continue.
“I have something,” Nico shouted.
“What is it?” I stormed across the room to him.
“I talked to her normal driver. He swore he doesn’t know anything about where she went tonight or anything about what’s happened. Her phone is untraceable, but told me her father secretly put a GPS tracker in it, but only her father has the access code to activate and view it. He put it there before they came to the states for the wedding. Even her own father doesn’t trust her. The driver also said he is supposed to be taking her to the airport in the morning but has no idea where she is now. She gave him instructions that she would text him where to pick her up.”
“We need to call her father and get him to activate the tracker and give us access to the link. We find her, we find Becka.” I knew it down to my bones. Heat rose on the back of my neck with the feel of Serena’s throat being crushed in my hands.
“He knows the punishment for her crime. He is not going to be ok with letting us track her down knowing what will happen,” Nico warned.
“Then he should have worked harder to keep her under control. I will handle this.” Matteo stepped to the far side of the room. After a heated conversation in Italian he hung up, huffing in anger. “He said he will comply if we promise to deliver her home to Italy where he promises to keep her under house arrest, for the rest of her life if necessary. He promises she will be punished. I had to agree. We don’t have time to fly to Italy and press a gun to his head.”
I growled in frustration. I wanted to argue and howl for the justice Becka deserved. Deep breaths passed in and out of my lungs. There was nothing to be done about it. Her father lived across an ocean, safe at home from immediate physical threat. I understood what Matteo did, but it burned like fire to know Serena would not be getting her due.
The beast wanted more, snarling with aggravation.
“I just got off the phone with the PD.” Steven raised his voice over the warring noise. Everyone quieted.
“Whats he got?” I half yelled.
“The guys from the video… he said they are both known associates of the Russian mafia.”
Dead silence filled the room. We found our rat.
“Fuck!” Matteo spat. He immediately got back on the phone. I assumed to let Serena’s father know what his daughter had done and warn him that if he didn’t cooperate everything he had would be burned to the ground. Serena would die for her actions, even her father would know that it was an unavoidable end.
For years Serena tried to insert herself into the US side of operations, wanting to be in a position of power. It was never going to happen, but it didn’t stop her from sleeping with every man on our crew who was willing, to try and sleep her way into a high statice. With her main sights set on me.
I guess my constant rejection and loosing out to Becka sent her over the edge.
We’d been told weeks ago that Serena returned to Europe— France, or some shit like that. But now it was clear she had been in Boston the whole time, and knew enough of the men’s faces and general routines to know which ones to target to acquire locations and personal residence info. That was how so many of the men had been caught off guard and labs hit.
And she just helped the Russians kidnap my wife.
Suddenly everyones eyes were on me. There wasn’t a single man present that didn’t feel the full effect of Steven’s words. Becka would suffer an agonizing death at the hands of some of the most brutal men in the country.
Mental pictures rolled in choppy film across my vision. The monster inside burst to the surface with a roar. Ugly and out for blood, it threw a red wash over the room in its wake.
“FUCK!” I screamed, picking up a chair and throwing it across the room. Then I started beating my fists on the table until my knuckles turned bloody.
