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“Thank you,” Sal says, shaking his hand.
Dalton nods, “I’ll make sure the parents are okay.”
Levi shares a look with Sal. “I’ll go too.”
“I’ll stay with you guys,” Billy says, his gaze scanning over the Russian’s face. Vasily runs his thumb over his bottom lip and smiles. It’s only a couple of seconds but Billy’s cheeks flame, nonetheless.
“Okay,” Sal says, “are we good on the plan? You catch up Billy?” he asks Vasily, who smiles at my brother.
“What plan?” Billy asks.
“Hop in and I’ll lay it out for you,” Vasily says, holding out his hand to help my brother into the back.
“Me and Paxton go in first. The fucker probably has every inch covered.”
“We’ll hang back, and terminate anyone standing in your way,” Mick says. Alex nods and gets in the other car while Nathan jumps behind the wheel.
“Come on, babe,” Sal says, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward his truck. It takes us an hour to get to the docks, all the while I’m trying to get my nerves under control. Sal insisted I wear a bulletproof vest under my jacket.
“I can’t believe he has Iggy, if something happens to h-h-im,” I stutter, fighting against my tears.
“I’m sorry, amore. I should have killed him a long time ago. I promise nothing is going to happen to our son.”
“Why didn’t you kill him?” I grit out, checking Sal’s Glock before placing it on my lap. The vest makes it harder and harder for me to breathe until we reach the docks.
“I took the operation from him, and the guys followed me but not before he vowed to come after everything I wanted,” he says, looking at me. “He was off limits because he’s Company, but now I’m going to end him. He’s been dirty, selling secrets to foreign entities. His time is up, and the bureau agrees with me.”
My phone buzzes the moment we drive through the gates to the abandoned shipyard. There is no one manning the entrance. I read the text Derick sent, “No guns, he says.”
Salvatore nods. “Are you in position?” he asks, and I spot the tiny earpiece. Immediately, my hands fly to my ear. I must have lost it when I almost collapsed before Sal held me up, or did he take it from me when his hand traveled in my hair?
“What are you doing? Stop the truck and let me out. He said no guns. If he sees your guys, Iggy might get hurt.”
“Trust me, amore,” he husks out, parking the car between the water and the rusting shipping containers. He grabs my hand when Derick walks out of a cargo container flanked by two armed guards.
“Sal,” I rasp, looking at him through my tears. He places his hand on my cheek and kisses me. “Please save our son,” I say raggedly, staring into his eyes.
He nods. “I will,” he whispers, his eyes run from my lips to the man who has our son. He opens the door but not before I see his eyes change, the empty cold psychotic stare taking over. His body turns rigid, and the way he walks tells me he isn’t afraid to die. But he can’t, he has found me again after all these years. I can’t lose him. I can’t lose Iggy. I exit the car on unsteady legs, scanning the area for any movement from my brother and his guys, but there is no one except Derick and his fucking minions.
“Took you long enough, Salvatore, to put two and two together.”
Sal gets a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and lights one up. “Took you long enough to find what belongs to me,” he says, sounding bored, and raises one brow.
Derick flashes me a leering glare. “I gave you what you wanted, now I want my cut, and your resignation. But first, turn around and lift your shirt and show me you’re not carrying anything.”
Sal chuckles and raises his shirt, turning around to show the asshole he isn’t armed to the teeth. Our gazes clash and he narrows his eyes at me. What the fuck does that mean?
“What the hell is going on? Where is Iggy?” I yell, the gun stuck against the back of my pants feels cold against my skin. Derick doesn’t ask me to turn around and raise my shirt, and I thank God for that.
“He’s safe, isn’t he, Derick?” Sal says nonchalantly.
“What do you mean safe? Sal, what the fuck is going on?”
“You didn’t tell her?” Derick laughs, and the two armed guards he has with him retreat to the black car standing nearby. “He asked me to hand you the file,” he says.
“What the hell,” I screech. Salvatore doesn’t look at me, instead he keeps his gaze fixed on Derick, smoking his fucking cigarette. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Vasily, Mick, and Alex walk up to us, no guns in sight. “Where the fuck is my brother?”
Vasily smiles at me and runs his thumb over his bottom lip. What is happening?
