AllFreeNovel
Share Us
They fucking ran her down like a dog.
“Fuck,” I scream into the night.
Sal and Luca are entering the garden as I approach the house.
“Avalie,” Sal questions.
“Call the oyabun,” I push past Sal and walk into the house, “Tell him if she isn’t back here unharmed in an hour, they all fucking die. Every last one of them.”
I don’t even question if my father will do as I asked – or commanded. He will call the head of the Yakuza and demand they return Avalie to us.
This is how he lost my mother. This was why he almost burned this whole fucking city to the ground. He knows I will turn the streets red with rivers of blood before I scorch this whole fucking city to find her. He knows that she is mine and there is nothing I will not do to ensure she gets back to me.
“And Luca, start checking security footage. See if you can find anything.”
I am about to start searching bodies when my phone rings,unknown number.
“Lorenzo,” I answer.
“Renzo,” I immediately place the voice as Dmitriy, “I heard about your house.”
ChapterThirty-One
Avalie
I rub my hands along my forehead as I groggily wake up. My head is throbbing and my temple that took the brunt of the helmet is tender to the touch.
“I’m sorry about that,” a feminine voice says from the other side of the room, “I had been very clear that they were not to hurt you.”
Startled to find that I am not alone, I sit up, surprised to find that I am not restrained in any way. I am on a soft leather couch and have a blanket covering over my legs.
Is everyone this courteous when they abduct someone? I mean, this is twice now and it’s really not that bad.
Jesus, Ava!
Looking around, my surroundings are not familiar. There is a single light by the couch illuminating part of the room. The office is ornate – leather, mahogany, marble – wherever I am it belongs to someone with money. Lots of money.
“It’s good to see you, Avalie,” the woman from across the room speaks again.
It takes a moment for my pounding head to register what she is saying.
“Do I know you,” I question to the unknown woman in the dark, my own voice cutting through my head. I strain my eyes, but I am unable to clearly see the woman sitting opposite me in the dark.
“Yes,” she flatly replies, “You have not seen me in quite some time, but I have been keeping an eye on you.”
Struggling to try to place her voice, I hear the leather crinkle under her as she stands. Her heels click across the marble floor as she begins to close the distance between us. Even as she approaches, she is shrouded in the darkness.
Her feet stop at the edge of the darkness in the room, leaving me unable to see her face.
“Who are you?”
“In due time,” her voice is hard, “Did they hurt you?”
“Um, yeah lady. That asshole fucking head butt me with a helmet.”
“No. Not that asshole,” she lets out a quiet laugh, “The Botticelli family.”
Maybe it’s the throbbing in my skull, but I am struggling to follow this conversation.
