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“Man, I don’t want to go to Colombia.”
“Whining doesn’t look good on you,” I snorted as I tapped my fingers on the dashboard. Roman had spent some time trying to find additional information, but as with any dangerous business, Mr. Diez had locked down anything other than his glitzy social media accounts. They never told the real story. “However, we’re heading to Brazil, the location of Mr. Diez’s estate.”
“Do you really think that makes me feel any better? It’s a stone’s throw away.”
Chuckling, I could imagine how he’d squirm. “Is the woman still there?”
“I don’t know for certain.”
The way he spoke the words meant he knew everything about the lost love of his life, keeping tabs on her. The man had remained head over heels in love with a woman he couldn’t have. There were rules in every regime, requirements for certain arranged marriage set in stone early on.
A growl threatened to erupt in my throat, the forced choice disrupting not only my life but Giada’s as well.
“I’ll live,” he said, snorting after doing so. “Who knows. Maybe that rich fiancé of hers gave up and walked away.”
I glanced in his direction, his statement dragging me back to the business at hand. I’d call Kostya this afternoon. My patience was nearing an end.
At least Roman knew some people in Colombia, but Kostya had a way of finding out what contacts Mr. Diez associated himself with. Between the two, answers would be found one way or the other.
As usual, Sanchez drove like a bat out of hell, moving through the jungle-like tropics, a shortcut he liked to use.
It allowed me time to think about how I wanted to handle Giada. Word would need to be sent to her parents that she was safe after the attack, but I wouldn’t mind standing in front of her father, discovering exactly what he knew about Diez.
I didn’t like feeling out of control with any situation. My hackles would remain raised until I was certain Diez wasn’t playing a game. He could wait for my answer.
As Sanchez skidded around a bank of trees, I threw him a look. “Do you have a death wish?”
His grin was wider than normal. “This is one reason I love this island. The off roads. I’ve missed it. You should try it sometime.”
“Apparently, I don’t find the same things enjoyable as you do. I could arrange to have you stationed here if you like. Granted, you’d be forced to go without the New York pizza you love.” At least he had a way of making me laugh.
“Ah, no. Visits are just fine with me.”
“I thought as much.” He’d rounded the corner, heading toward the estate’s long driveway when my phone rang. “Yes?”
“Se ha ido, señor Kozlov. No en su habitacion.”
“What?” I snapped, not bothering to speak Spanish given how furious I was.
Amalia was one of the two employees I’d assigned to provide Giada with food, drink, whatever else she might request until my return. I could hear Elena in the background, her broken Portuguese almost overpowering Amalia.
The fact Giada wasn’t in her room instantly boiled my blood. There was no way she could have escaped the island. None. However, disobeying me was something else. She managed to infuriate me at every chance, pushing my buttons on purpose.
“I’m sorry,señor. The door must have been left unlocked,” Amalia continued.
Hissing, as soon as Sanchez rolled into the driveway, I stood in the Jeep, able to see catch a better view of the area as he rolled by. I could hear the fear in their voices. While I was furious, the woman had no idea how cunning Giada could be. “What about Antonio and Marko? Are they tracking her?”
“They gone,señor. Don’t know where.”
Now I was pissed. What the fuck was going on? The door was left unlocked and two of my men had left their posts? This was fucking ridiculous. Heads would roll for their stupidity and their insubordination.
The women continued to chatter just as Sanchez’s phone rang. It was getting to be a goddamn circus at this point.
I didn’t pay a damn bit of attention as Sanchez spoke in fluent Spanish. At this moment, all I cared about was finding Giada. I didn’t like the possibilities. She was smart enough to stay away from the soldiers surrounding the perimeter. What she didn’t know is that there were enough poisonous snakes on the island that she could be dead with a single step off the pathway. As my thoughts drifted to the possibility of interference, I couldn’t handle the chatter any longer.
“Check the house again, Amalia.” I ended the call, angrier than before. “Where the fuck did you go, my beautiful fiancée?”
“Yeah, I’ll tell Sevastian,” Sanchez huffed.
