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"They swam underwater, got to her when she was on the jetty." I growl, "Maledizioni!" I raise the phone, ready to bring it down and smash it, then draw in a breath. Another. Force my muscles to relax as I lower the phone to my ear.
"Get the plane, then get to the island and arrange to have her cat taken to safety," I order.
"A plane? Just for the cat?"
"It'shercat," I growl. "Just do it, Seb."
"Got it, Capo, and what about you?"
"I am going after her."
"Alone?" His voice grows concerned, "Wait for us, Mika. We’ll be there soon with back up."
"Fuck that. If you think I am going to wait around here not doing anything while my wife is in the hands of my rivals, then you are mistaken."
"So, you are going to barge in, knowing that this is what they want? That they want you to lose your composure enough to walk into a trap?"
"Fuck that!" I bark. "Of course, it's a trap. Likely, I'll be overpowered the moment I get there, but at least, I'll be there with her. At least, she'll know that she is not alone."
"Mika, you're making a mistake. You're the Capo; you—"
"You'll be able to see her location on the app; get there as soon as you can."
I cut the call, then squeeze my eyes shut.Fuck, fuck, fuck.I pull up the app, focus on the dot again.Wait for me, Beauty. I am coming after you as soon as I can.
25
Karma
I cough, sputter, then sit up with a gasp. I glance around the room I am in…which is empty, save for the bed I am on… Well, calling it a bed is giving it too much credit. It’s some kind of bunk built into a wall. Starlight slants in through the only window, which is high up in the wall.Shit, where the hell am I?One second, I had been sitting on the jetty, sipping my prosecco and planning my future with my Capo. The next, something… No, someone had swooped up from out of the water, grabbed my leg and pulled. I had screamed… Or tried to scream, but I had hit the water and swallowed a few mouthfuls before remembering to hold my breath.
The guy had started towing me away. I had resisted and he had cuffed me on the side of the head. He’d stunned me enough that I didn't resist as he towed me along the surface, then hauled me onto the boat. Then, I had pretended to lose consciousness while they fired up the engine and set off.
I'd stayed still, in the hopes that I'd hear the men speak and give me some clues of who they were and where they were headed. But they had, annoyingly, spoken very little to each other.
When they cut the engine, I peeked through half-closed eyelids to find that they were docking the boat. One of the men reached for me and I lost it then. I struggled, tried to evade him, and he hit me on the back of the head. And then I found myself here.
A headache builds behind my eyes. I touch the back of my head and wince at the bump there. Damn it, I am tired of being kidnapped and used as a pawn in this stupid game that the Mafia seems to want to play with their rival gang. It has to be a rival gang holding me, right? The same one who had kidnapped me the last time. The same one who had planted the bomb in my car. The one that killed Xander and my unborn child. I squeeze my fingers at my sides. This time, I am going to have my revenge. No way am I going to let them get away with this a third time.
The door to the room opens and light streams in. I throw my hand over my eyes to protect them from the glare, when footsteps sound. The light bulb overhead is switched on and I wince.
"Come on," a woman’s voice says in precise English, "he is waiting for you."
I lower my hand, stare at the middle-aged woman wearing a black dress that comes to her knees. Her hair is black and pulled back in a bun. She wears minimal makeup and has the kind of looks that would help her blend into the background anywhere. It’s almost as if she’s trying not to draw any attention to herself, and succeeding quite nicely, by the looks of it—no pun intended.
I snort to myself as I rise to my feet. My knees threaten to give way and I have to dig my feet into the ground for purchase. I tip my chin up, walk to the door. She steps out of the room and I follow her. She leads me to an elevator…and I blink. Of course, there is an elevator. Not sure why, but I imagined this was a room in a place where such modern trappings would be nonexistent. I watch her profile, but she gives nothing away.
The car ascends two floors, then jolts to a halt. She heads out and I follow her up the corridor and into a room. She beckons me to enter. I walk in, turn to find her standing at the entrance to the room. "You are to get dressed and come down to the dining room for dinner in an hour."
"An hour?"
She nods.
"And how do I tell the time?"
She points to a small antique alarm clock on the dresser.
She turns to leave and I yell out, "Hey, you do realize that I have been kidnapped right?"
