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“I haven’t forgotten,” he says, reaching for his radio. “You need to leave. I’m calling this in. We need the fire department.”
“I’d wait,” I state, shoving the guy who begged for his life in the car. “There are bodies that need to be taken of.”
“I can’t wait too long, Ari. You know that. And I didn’t see you kidnapping anyone,” he tacks on in a tone that tells me he is tired of me breaking the law.
I give him a curt nod. “I know.”
I climb into the driver’s seat and Gianni is the one who is in the passenger, aiming the gun at our hostages. Not that the bartender could do anything, he’s out cold, bleeding out of his nose and mouth, then the cuts all over his body. He probably has internal bleeding too.
“Don’t even think about moving,” Gianni says.
“Where am I going to go? I’m not jumping from a moving vehicle.”
As I drive down the road, I peek in the rearview mirror. “What’s your name? I figure I should know it since I didn’t kill you.” I press the pedal to the floor, speeding down the road as fast as I can to get home. Maybe someone there has news about Rosie. Every second that passes by is a chance she could be dead.
I didn’t think she’d be at Amor, but I was desperate. The only place I haven’t looked is the woods to see if she’s been buried, but I can’t think like that right now. I don’t think he’d do that. I don’t think he’d kill her when he wants the gem. I’ve checked the room high and low for that stupid fucking stone and it isn’t there.
Perhaps she took it with her, but I would have heard something by now if she did. Bianchi would have found it and her body would have been delivered to me.
“What’s it matter? You’re going to kill me anyway,” he answers.
“I might not. Not if you help me find my wife,” I state.
“I really don’t know.” He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. “I would help you if I could because I would be beside myself I something happened to my wife.”
“Just think for me.” I slam my hand against the wheel. “Please. Think.”
He nods, his eyes moving to the gun aimed at him. “I promise I won’t try anything. Please, get that gun out of my face.”
“Do it,” I tell Gianni, checking out my side mirror to make sure Matias is still behind us. “He has nowhere to go unless he wants to kill himself jumping out of the car.”
He grunts at my reply.
“Tell me your name.”
“Giorgio,” he answers just as the bartender coughs and falls to the right, landing on him.
“Fuck. He’s going to be okay, right? He’s not a bad guy.”
“I’m debating,” I growl, wrapping my fingers around the steering wheel.
I turn into the driveway of the estate and come to slam on the breaks, the car skidding to a stop when I notice an unfamiliar car waiting for me and my men pointing their weapons at someone.
I jump out of the vehicle and pull my gun out, aiming at it as I walk around the fountain. My eyes catch on a disturbed flower. Everything is always in place. All plants are strategically planted.
Walking through the soil, I kick the flower out of the way and the hole appears where it should be settled.
The stone. I hurry to pick it up and place it in my pocket. What a horrible place to hide it. What was she thinking?
“Mr. Milazzo.”
The Russian accent has me lifting my gun around, coming around the front end of the car to see Zander. He is leaning against his SUV casually, not worried about the five guns pointed at him.
Six, including mine.
“Zander.” I lower my gun and tuck it back in my pants, wanting to show I’m not a threat, but one word from my men, and they will fire. “What are you doing at my home?”
“I believe you and I could work together so we both can get what we want.” His accent makes the words he speaks sound so much harsher.
