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I switch from files to social media, scouring profiles from the entire family. Not that there’s much to see. I can’t remember where Scarlett found that picture of Elena and Frankie.
I rack my memories. I only saw it for a brief moment, but maybe it could lead me to other clues.
The church.
The post was from the church’s page. I scroll down and find the picture. Elena stands with her hands on Frankie’s shoulders. The smile on her lips doesn’t reach her eyes. She may paint the picture of a kind and caring mother for social media, but the bitch is a cold as one can get. Would sell her own son to save her ass.
“Goddamn you, Luis.” I knock the pen holder across the room, pens flying everywhere. “How could you put us all in fucking danger like this? Your inability to stay away from this bitch might just get your wife killed,” I shout into the empty room. I know Luis isn’t here, but if that motherfucker can hear me from the grave, I want him to know how much he fucked up.
How his actions might lead to the death of the one woman he swore before God and witnesses to protect.
If you weren’t already dead, I’d kill you myself.
Hours pass. I alternate between pacing the room, staring at my phone and staring out the window. They can’t be that good at covering their tracks.
Hell, they left the blood and her earring behind. An earring that Luis had custom made for Scarlett before they got married. The intricate pattern of gold around the diamond gave it away immediately.
Why would she be so reckless? I warned her that going near that church and the boy was entirely too dangerous. Lorenzo had already made his intentions clear at Luis’ celebration of life and again when he had us run off the road. How much more proof did she need?
We need to protect him.
Her voice floats through my head and I know this is not about her proving anything. It’s about trying to find a way to protect Frankie from his own family.
My phone rings, pulling me from my thoughts. I answer it on the first ring.
“Nico.”
“I know where they’re keeping her.”
I open up the bank app on my phone and transfer the money. “The rest of the money is in your account. Now tell me where they have her.”
“She’s being held at the DeLuca safe house.” He rattles off the address and the call ends.
I pull the address up on a map. It’s not far outside the city. I switch the view so I can see exactly what the street looks like, not only lines on the map. Knowing what I’m walking into will keep us from both getting killed.
Daylight is still shining brightly from the window. There’s not a goddamn thing I can do until the cover of night. The guards are here to protect us, but I’m not stupid, they work for Carlos and Andreas, not for us.
I can’t risk one of them trying to stop me or tipping off Carlos of my plan. If I can bring her back to the house safely, we don’t need to say a word about how she escaped.
Another secret to keep. One that will keep both of us alive. I can go after her tonight.
Please be safe until then.
I leave the office and head to the kitchen. Bourbon helps with the nerves, not the clear head. Camila is nowhere to be seen. There’s no need to bother her while she takes care of Rosa. I’m capable of making my own pot of coffee.
My watch feels like a noose around my neck, Cutting off my air with each hour that passes with her in their hands. To keep up appearances, I go back to the office after dinner. It gives me time to plan.
With a little more “help” I was able to get my hands on the blueprint of the house.
It’s not a large structure. Only one story with a basement. Unless there’s been many modifications to the plans, there should be at least one window in the basement. The only other entrance is from inside the house.
Going through the window is ideal over trying to get into the house itself. Night begins to fall and I head up to my room, away from prying eyes.
It’s hours later when I’m sure everyone in the house is in bed. Three in the morning, only gives me a couple of hours to get there, get Scarlett out, and get back to the mansion.
I bypass the security system with my phone, turning it back on the moment, I’m outside the house. A car will draw too much attention and slow me down.
I throw my legs over one of Luis’ motorcycles and tear down the drive.
