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Chapter 19

Marcel

I try my best to breathe a little easier knowing my sister and new family members are all okay. Yet, somehow I can’t. I’m far too worried about Isabella.

Salvatore left a few minutes ago and Aria just fell asleep so I rise from the crappy hospital chair and walk outside of her room, shutting the door behind me so I’m careful not to wake her. This is the first time in the last few hours I’ve been able to check my phone and I’m hopeful there’s some sort of news. The not knowing a damn thing will slowly kill me.

Call me when you can.

I must have impeccable timing because Christian Steele only texted me four minutes ago. I tap his name in my contacts list and call the bastard.

“What do you have?”

“My people say the girls are in a meat locker in the Bronx.”

“Meat locker?” I question.

“A storage facility for meat, to keep it cold and shit. It’s not owned by Falcone, but a good friend of his is tied to it. I’m pretty sure that’s why he took them there, ‘cause it wouldn’t look like somewhere he’d go.”

“How many guards are there?” I ask. A man like Falcone must have a small army surrounding that place.

“My contact counted twenty on the outside in various areas of the locker. It has three stories, an unloading dock for tractor trailers and some of their men are posted around the neighboring streets.”

“Fuck, they’re prepared for anything.”

“Seems that way. I’m calling in a favor with a friend.” Christian says.

“I am too. We have connections to a biker club that Mariana’s half-sisters and brothers are involved in. Salvatore’s half-brother is in the club as well.”

“You mean the Skulls Renegade MC?” Christian asks.

“Yep.”

“They’re who I was calling. My brothers are close with their enforcer, Seamus. He practically grew up with us.”

“Great, let’s get some backup. I doubt the Clans will give me the amount of manpower that I need.” I tell him.

“No problem. If memory serves me, they were up in Maryland for some sort of rally at the beach. Bet they’re only a few hours away.”

“Alright, call them and let’s get this shit sorted. I’ll be there in a few hours. Keep your eye on the place.” I say, hanging up the phone.

Salvatore comes into view and gives me a concerned look. “Why do you look so furious?”

I suck in a sharp breath and tell him what I failed to when I left to come here. “Isabella is missing. My friend and I just got a lead on her whereabouts and I need to go. There’s no time to waste.”

“What the fuck? Why did you come out here if Isabella was missing? Get the hell out of here!” Salvatore hisses.

I start to charge down the hallway, running the quickest I can down the stairs and out the front of the hospital. The hired hand I have driving me around was instructed to wait in the parking lot so I rush over to the car and hop in the backseat.

“I need you to take me back to the private airfield. I have to fly out of here as soon as possible. If you step on it, I’ll make your payday worthwhile.” I say, causing the driver to cock a brow in the rearview mirror.

“You got it, boss.”

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