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“The Sicilians?” My eyebrows rose in surprise. “The Salvatore brothers’ uncle is involved in Alex’s kidnapping?”
Lorenzo Basile was a dangerous Sicilian Mafia boss and an ally of The Devil’s Knights, or so we thought. We’d been working with them for years on shipments of illegal merchandise.
Drake groaned in frustration. “This is another distraction. The real target isn’t Alex. I’m telling you, Cole. No one will listen to me, not even the Salvatore brothers. They only see what they want to see.”
I had been thinking about what Drake said earlier in the summer. He believed The Knights were chasing other leads so The Lucaya Group could steal his tech.
“Sonny is outside,” Drake said. “I’ll see you soon.”
Thankfully, the safe house had clothes in my size. My shirt was hardened by Rhys and my cum. My shorts were also stained with dirt and sweat. So I dressed in sweats and a black, long-sleeve Under Armour shirt.
Grace wore the same outfit from earlier, and so did Rhys.
“Give back her bikini bottoms.”
Rhys rolled his eyes and removed them from his pocket. Then, getting on his knees in front of her, Rhys tied the bathing suit into place. He kissed her pussy over the fabric before shoving the black skirt over her thighs.
He angled his body to look at me. “Happy, Marshall?”
Asshole.
We still weren’t friends, but I hated him less. He had been good to Grace, so maybe all my worrying about him trying to hurt her was for nothing.
“Why would someone kidnap my cousin’s girlfriend?” Grace asked, her top lip quivering.
Grace knew Bastian, but they’d only seen each other once over the years. She had yet to meet Alex and understood little about our world.
“There’s an online auction,” I explained. “Men are bidding on Alex. And if we don’t find her in time, she’ll be sold to the highest bidder. These men are dangerous. They’re using her to hurt the Salvatore brothers.”
“Will they come after me, too?” Grace’s voice shook as we exited the bedroom.
“No,” I said in a calm tone. “But we have to take precautions. We can’t be sure who is working with who. The Sicilians don’t like the Russians, but that doesn’t mean they haven’t joined forces against a common enemy.”
“The Knights,” she whispered.
I nodded.
Grace didn’t know everything about her past life. But she knew Viktor Romanov was a terrorist. She came from a powerful family with money, connections, and no morals. They would do anything to get her back.
We rushed out of the apartment and downstairs to meet Sonny at the curb. He waited in the SUV, tapping his fingers on the leather steering wheel.
I helped Grace into the back seat, and Rhys got in on the other side, clutching her thigh with possession.
“Are the Russians gone?” I asked Sonny as we left the parking lot of the apartment complex.
“We scared them off earlier,” he said with his eyes on the road. “They probably won’t come back again today. But we have other enemies to concern ourselves with.” He shook his head and sighed. “The Sicilians? I can’t believe I’ve been helping those pieces of shit move illegal goods with Mac Corp containers.”
Sonny sped through Beacon Bay and into Devil’s Creek, flooring the gas up the steep incline into the subdivision called The Hills. He nodded at the guard who operated the gate that separated the other residents from Founders Way.
The gate opened for us, and Sonny continued in silence. He greeted the next set of guards at the Salvatore Estate, who carried machine guns and dressed in battle gear.
“Cole,” Grace said as we parked next to the garage with a dozen other cars belonging to Knights. “Should I be afraid?”
I paused briefly, considering whether I should answer diplomatically or truthfully. The truth wouldn’t do her any favors.
“Not as long as I’m alive.”
ChapterTwenty-Three
