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“Agreed.”
The seconds feel like hours, and time seems to slow to a stop as we wait for our signal. My hand itches to reach for my weapon, and after several minutes, my patience wears thin. What the hell is taking Luke so long to assess the situation? If I don’t hear from him soon, we’re going in regardless.
Just as I’m about to take matters into my own hands, my phone buzzes with a message from Luke. It’s a photo. I open it and my heart skips a beat. Bellamy is sitting at a table near the back with Lorenzo. I can see the fear on her face, but I’m proud as hell of her for remaining calm.
“She’s near the kitchen,” I tell the others. “Let’s go in quiet and careful.”
Tobias grips my shoulder, stopping me. “You go for Bellamy. Let us get Lorenzo.”
I narrow my eyes. “And let you have all the fun? You and I are taking care of Lorenzo. Victor can get Bellamy safely back to Matteo on the yacht, so she doesn’t have to see what we do to him.”
Victor looks at us and shakes his head. “You’re both crazy. You better get information from him before you off him.”
I let out a sinister laugh. “He’ll be lucky if I let him speak at all.”
We fall silent as we move to the back door that should lead to the kitchen. When we enter, it’s bustling with activity, and a line cook looks up when we walk in but goes right back to his work. No one else seems fazed by our presence. That’s a good sign that this place is a front for criminal enterprise. It means armed people out front, but we came prepared for that.
We make our way to the swinging door that leads into the front of the restaurant, and I peer out to survey the landscape. Luke sees us through the small window and his hand inches toward his gun but doesn’t draw it yet.
We push our way into the dining room, and before anyone notices us, Victor is behind Bellamy, pulling her from her chair. To her credit, she doesn’t scream. Tobias and I have our guns trained on the back Lorenzo’s skull before he has time to turn around, and his arms inch toward the sky.
A faithful foot-soldier charges us, but Luke is too quick for him, and a gunshot rings out, eliciting screams from a few of the women in the room. Thankfully, no one else seems interested in dying today because the restaurant clears in seconds, and we find ourselves alone with Lorenzo.
“Clear the kitchen,” I instruct Luke, my tone clipped as I keep my venomous glare trained on the back of Lorenzo’s head.
“Victor, get her back to the marina. We’ll catch up with you.”
Bellamy doesn’t say a word as Victor leads her out the back, and I can’t bring myself to look at her, or I’ll blow Lorenzo’s head off right here. It still may come to that before it’s all said and done.
I grab him by the collar and haul him up, then turn to Tobias. “Here, or do we take him somewhere else?”
Tobias tilts his head to the doors we came through. “There’s bound to be a drain in the kitchen. Easy cleanup when I slit his fucking throat.”
Lorenzo’s pulse picks up speed beneath my grip at Tobias’s words, and I can’t help the smile that stretches across my face. I don’t often enjoy torture. Not the way Victor does. But this is going to be very satisfying.
We drag him to the back, where Luke has cleared the kitchen and waits at the back door.
“Do you want me here for this?”
I switch off a stove burner someone left on in their rush to leave, and contemplate slamming Lorenzo’s face into it, but I resist. “Go. Make sure Bellamy is OK. Tell her we’ll be with her soon.”
“And when she asks what you’re doing?”
“Ensuring her safety,” Tobias says, his eyes never leaving Lorenzo.
When Luke is gone, Lorenzo finally speaks.
“Come on, gentlemen. I’m sure we can work something out.”
Lorenzo’s panicked words hang in the air as I stare him down. In the heat of the moment, I think about all the terror he caused Bellamy, and how his hands were never far from her body when they were alone. It boils my blood and makes me want to act rashly.
I push the gun into his temple and laugh, even to my own ears, the sound is sadistic. “He thinks there’s a chance we let him walk out of here alive.”
Tobias places a hand on my arm. “Let’s not do anything we’ll regret later, Owen. He deserves everything he’s got coming, but maybe we should get some information out of him first.”
I take a deep breath to calm myself. Tobias is right. We should at least interrogate Lorenzo before ending him. It’s important to find out if he’s working alone or if he’s just another pawn in whatever game is being played.
But before I can formulate any questions, Lorenzo laughs mockingly at us and says something that infuriates me beyond control. “You two are fools if you think I’m going to tell you anything. You have no idea who you’re messing with. How do you expect to stop what’s coming when you can’t even keep your own house in order? I have friends and they’ll--”
