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Drake was like a brother to me. We were the same age but only took classes together until second grade. After the teachers realized he was a genius, Drake flew past Marcello and me. He went to a gifted school and graduated college at nineteen.
I held onto the hope his brilliant mind would find a solution to this problem. Drake was usually our eyes and ears, so I needed Marcello back on U.S. soil to help me track him.
I could make anyone or anything disappear using my shipping knowledge and shady tactics that helped us get guns past customs. But finding people was not my specialty. And it wasn’t Cole’s either. He was an engineer. If we needed to build something, he was our guy.
“Can you call Luca and let him know?” Cole asked since he hated dealing with Luca and his mood swings.
The Salvatore brothers were in Italy with Alex. Luca instructed The Knights not to call him unless someone was dead. Well, Drake getting kidnapped sure as fuck qualified.
“Grace’s water broke,” Cole said. “I need to focus on Grace and Hale. But after she delivers him, I can help look for Drake.”
The women in our lives understood being a Knight would always come first. We swore an oath and bled for each other. But blood didn’t have to unite us because we had a code. This was a brotherhood.
What bind us will destroy us, and what will destroy us unites us, that was the motto of The Devil’s Knights. And we took that shit seriously. Losing one of our own, especially Drake, would destroy all of us, but we would always be united.
“Yeah, I’ll call Luca,” I told Cole. “Don’t worry about it. And congrats, man. I can’t believe you’re a father before me.”
He laughed. “I didn’t plan to be a dad this young. But you know, shit happens. I didn’t see Grace coming. She fucking snuck up on me and never let go.”
After all the shit Cole had been through in the past year with Grace, they deserved to be happy. He’d lost his mom and nearly lost Grace, too.
“Go see your wife and son. I’ll handle everything on this end.”
“Thanks.” He blew out a relieved breath. “Tell Marcello to text me when he’s home and ready to go after Drake.”
“Will do.”
I hung up and pulled open the door to the container. And as I did, it swung into my face, a whirl of long, dirty blonde hair flying past me. Ella shoved into my chest, almost knocking me over as she darted across the cargo ship.
My family owned Mac Corp, one of the largest shipping companies in the world. Most of the shit on the vessel was legit. So it made it easier to sneak in a few containers full of illegal shit once a month.
I stood and waited, hands on my hips, pushing my suit jacket to the side. She ran until she hit the end of the ship, which was packed with nothing but containers full of cargo and a few vehicles.
I laughed. “Where are you going, El?”
She gave me the finger. “Fuck you, Sonny.”
“Aww, baby. You already did that.” I raised my hand and beckoned her. “Get over here.”
She shook her head. “No, you’re going to kill me.”
“What makes you think that?” I walked toward her, still a good fifteen feet apart. “Hmmm? Tell me, my little slut, what did you do this time?”
She was the only daughter of a mob boss but not the typical Mafia princess. Her dad was mean-as-fuck and treated her like a caged bird. If not for her father’s enemies almost hurting her back in high school, I never would have met her. And I wouldn’t have fucked her and Aiden, which would have been a shame because he was even harder to nail down than her.
But I didn’t trust her.
Even though she tried to defy her daddy once, she wouldn’t make that mistake again. He probably put her up to this. But how did she know about the guns? How did Cian? She was hiding something, and I would get to the bottom of it.
Ella slid her hands to her hips, dirty, blonde hair hanging in front of her blue eyes. Even filthy, she still looked hot in ripped jeans shorts and a white tank with a black bra underneath.
“I might have been stupid enough to sit on your dick, but I’m not riding in that rodeo again. So whatever shit you got planned for me, fuck you, Sonny.” She pushed out her hands and cracked her knuckles like she was ready for a fight. “You want me? Come fucking get me, pretty boy.”
“You wanna play games, baby?” As I inched forward, she headed to my left. “If you make me chase you, El, I will spank your ass until my name is imprinted on your skin.”
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and snickered. “Game on, motherfucker!”
This fucking girl.
