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MILES
“Who is this person you are having Kirk find?” Rogan asked.
“Richard Blanco,” Miles replied. “He was Jared Anderson’s boss that went into hiding after I killed Jared and his bodyguard.”
A thoughtful look crossed Rogan’s face. Miles wasn’t really asking Rogan if he could find this person, he was telling him but in a question form.
“Why?” Rogan asked. “Why are you wanting to go after him now? It’s been a couple of months.”
“He has my girl. Kidnapped her while I was interrogating Luigi and I need to get her back,” Miles said, not keeping it a secret anymore. “I’m doing it with or without your support.”
Storm was his girl and nobody had a say in it anymore. He would make sure of that.
Miles knew he had Rogan’s support, he just hoped he would verbalize it. Rogan didn’t like when innocent people got dragged into business. It was always messy and they were innocent.
“Shit,” Rogan said as he turned toward Miles. “Take men with you once Kirk finds this fucker.”
No doubt Hedda got her sailors mouth from her brother and some of the other men in the Ricci Crime Family.
Growing up around them made it impossible to make sure people didn’t curse around Hedda. Not that it mattered much. Miles knew even if they had been able to manage that, she would still curse like a sailor.
“Thank you,” Miles said and turned toward Kirk.
Before he could say anything, his phone went off, a video popping up on his screen.
He watched as Storm appeared on the screen, bound to the chair with rope. His heart started to beat faster as he heard her soft whimpers come through the phone. He didn’t like seeing her like this.
“What the fuck is that?” Rogan raised his voice.
Miles couldn’t speak as he watched water being splashed on Storm. He had no doubt it was cold water.
Richard knew Storm had a weak immune system. He would have done his research on her before kidnapping her.
Miles would have done the same and had before.
He could see the clothes sticking to her body. She started to shake in the chair, her eyes drooping lower and lower.
“Turn the fan on. Point it at her,” a male said.
Dread filled Miles when the video got louder as the fan played in the background.
They were trying to make her sick. This was their torture for her.
“Shit,” Rogan said. “No doubt they’re in a concrete room with no heating.”
“Hand me the phone,” Richard said.
The video got closer to Storm and he could see how cold she was. Pale skin, teeth chattering, and her eyes barely opened.
Miles watched Richard grab Storm’s face as she tried to get away from him.
“Say hi to Miles,” he said.
She barely opened her eyes to look at the camera. Miles watched as she tried to open her mouth, no doubt wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
He could hear Richard chuckling in the background as Storm’s head rolled to the side. The camera turned around and Miles saw his face.
Richard fucking Blanco.
