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From just the sound of his voice, I knew it was not good and started running to my car, getting into it as fast as I could. “What happened?”
“I am shot,” Dario managed.Fuck. “I am tailing them.”
Them.
Who the fuck was them?
“Did they get her?” I asked, even though the answer was crystal clear.
“Yes,” he rasped. “I am sorry, boss. They outnumbered me.”
His apology didn’t mean shit at the moment but telling him that would only waste my fucking time. My only focus was on getting Priscilla. I needed to get to her.
I opened the tracker app on my phone. Of course, Priscilla’s car had one.”
“Don’t miss them,” I ordered Dario. “I am following you as fast as I can. Just don’t let them get away.”
“I won’t boss,” he said between ragged breaths.
He could be bleeding to death right now, but he was going to get me to her no matter what. I knew I had made the right choice with Dario. Yet, I did many wrongs as well. I could only fix them after getting her back.
And Iwasgetting her back. There was no alternative.
I tried to put on my logical, cool mask on. I tried to be the Ice King again.
For my wife.
For my unborn child.
Priscilla
“Gabriele is going to kill you for this,” I hissed at my brother. He was sitting at the passenger seat while one of his men was at the back with me. Another one of his men was driving us into the wilderness.
Only three. Not so hard to beat.
Michele turned to me and flashed an ugly smile. “Don’t worry, little sis. I am going to kill him before that.”
My blood ran cold. I was barely able to gather everything that was happening. I always hated Michele, but I was not expecting him to fucking kidnap me. It didn’t make sense.
Him wanting to kill Gabriele, on the other hand, actually made sense. He could get into power since Adrian was still so young and he was half Russian. Michele could be Capo if he killed Gabriele. Yet, it was still so absurd.
It didn’t feel real.
And where did I fit into this equation? Was I something to exchange for Chicago’s help?
“Where are you taking me?” I asked. I was still a little relaxed since this didn’t feel real. It was just Michele. He was my irritating brother but not my enemy.
He would not really hurt me.
“Somewhere safe,” he said, and then mischief filled his eyes. “Don’t worry, I will inform your husband about where you are.”
“Really?”
“Of course. Someone needs to gather your body.”
My body?
My dead body?
