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“No. Wait… fuck,” I growled, raking a hand down my face, pissed that I hadn’t thought of it before. “Yes.”
“Who? What job.”
“Your job,” I told him.
“Mine? The docks?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. I’d mostly been working there for him since I’d stepped back from running my own jobs to focus on my house. “Remember that issue we had with the fuckers we caught trying to bring in items without giving you your cut?” I asked.
They’d been somewhat organized, that crew, but maybe not enough to have their own designated hitman. So they would think to hiring someone else to do the dirty work if they didn’t want to get their hands in it themselves.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “We’re on it. But we might need you for a little bit once we find one of these fucks.”
“Yeah. Anything you need,” I said.
“Tell Savannah we will do everything in our power to find her mom and get her back to her.”
Right.
I had to be the one to tell her.
“Is everything alright?” she asked me as I made my way back toward her.
Sucking in a steadying breath, I told her the truth.
“No, sweetheart.”
“Oh, what is it?” she asked, body tensing as she put a fork back into the drawer.
“Your mom.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Savannah
My mom?
My mom?
I wasn’t sure I truly understood the phrase ‘my heart sank to the floor’ until right then. And it had a long, long way down to go, since Nino had made it feel so light that it was all floaty inside me.
“Honey, she’s missing,” Nino told me as my whole body felt like it was misfiring at once. My pulse pounded, but my blood felt like it froze in my veins. I felt a sweat start to break out, but was almost intolerably cold.
My mom was missing?
No.
No, damnit.
“When she didn’t show up to work, my brothers went to her house, and the back door was wide open, and they said there were signs of a struggle. But there wasn’t any blood, no bullets,” he added.
No blood.
No bullets.
But a struggle.
Missing.
