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Of the group, Matteo is most equipped to deal with the police. The rest of us look like we’re about to start a gun battle. Which we will as soon as we find out where they took Bellamy.

Owen referred to her as our girl. At least he still wants to be in this with me. If the roles were reversed and Owen had let Bellamy get kidnapped, I’m not sure there wouldn’t already be a bullet in his head.

Luke drives while Owen taps away on a tablet.

From my vantage point, I can see that he’s flipping through traffic cameras looking for Bellamy’s kidnappers. His technical skills are once again going to save the day. Owen’s ability to gain access to any camera is an equal mix of terrifying and useful.

“It was Lorenzo, yes?” I ask as we speed down the road. But not too fast. Matteo can only hold the police back for so long.

Owen nods but doesn’t elaborate, as he searches furiously for a clue on the cameras.

“God damn it, where did he go?” he curses and taps harder at the screen.

Victor leans forward and rests a comforting hand on his shoulder. I don’t know him well, but the move seems out of place for the angry pit boss/cartel leader.

“You’re not going to help her if you break the screen. Take a deep breath. You know how to do this.”

At first, I think Owen might take his head off, but Victor’s tactic seems to work, and Owen takes a deep breath and slows his movements.

A few minutes later, he cackles. “Got you, you little bastard.”

I shudder, realizing I would hate to be on the receiving end of that laugh. Even if I weren’t already planning horrible things for him, Owen Thorne is about to make sure that Lorenzo Trentini meets his maker.

Chapter twenty-seven

Chapter 26

Owen

“Pullover.Weneedto come up with a plan of attack.”

My heart is pounding harder and faster than I’d like, as Luke jerks the wheel, taking us into a deserted parking lot on my command. We pile out of the car, and the four of us huddle around my tablet screen.

“He’s here in this restaurant, but if my data is right, we can slip in through here and get to him.” I point to a back door marked on my screen. “The trouble is we don’t know where he’s got Bellamy, so we have to be careful that she doesn’t get hurt.”

“I’ll go in through the front as a customer. He’s got no reason to know me. I wasn’t friends with the Trentini’s the way the rest of you were growing up,” Luke offers.

“Perfect,” I agree. “The rest of us are going in through the back when you give the signal.”

Luke pulls out of the parking lot, and we park two buildings away from the restaurant we know Bellamy and Lorenzo to be in. As we pile out of the car, Tobias falls into step beside me.

“I’m sorry.”

I hold up my hand. “Don’t. You have nothing to apologize for. I saw the security footage. There was nothing you could have done. They used a signal jammer, and that’s why I couldn’t get you on the phone.”

I admit I was ready to kill him when I got off the helicopter and realized we were too late. But seeing the same fear in his eyes that is currently twisting my gut into knots calmed me down. He cares about her as much as I do. We’ll do her more good working together than if we’re at odds.

Luke enters the restaurant, and the rest of us get into position to be ready to breach when we’re given the signal.

“Lorenzo seems to think Mr. Harper would be OK if something happened to you. Said he would let him marry Bellamy if you’re not able to fulfill your contract obligations,” I tell Tobias.

His nostrils flare, and the flash in his eyes is almost imperceptible, but I imagine he’s contemplating all the ways we can torture Julian Harper.

“I swear if he did this to his own daughter, I’m going to break every bone in his body before I throw him in a lake somewhere.”

I put a hand on his shoulder. “We have Bellamy to think about. How will she react if we murder her father?”

He inhales and gives a sharp nod. “You’re right. We’ll deal with it another way. But he will pay if he’s behind this.”

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