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Ant shook his head. “Not since this morning.”
“I know she’s with him.” I forced down the lump in my throat. “I’ll be in my office.”
I had her phone in my desk. It was time I had a conversation with the man who had too much influence over my wife. A man I hated because he had something that belonged to me. Not just my wife, but something I’d yet to earn…her loyalty.
I opened the door to my office.
Cazzo!Fuck!Perhaps the Irish weren’t done with their offensive. I slowly closed the door. Then stood with my feet shoulder width apart and slid my hands into my front pockets.
“Where is my wife?”
In one tattooed hand, the man held a Russian PB with a silencer. With the other, he nervously plucked at the holes in the knee of his jeans. Tattoos covered his forearms. “I don’t know.”
“Wrong answer.” I walked to the bar and poured a drink. Anything to keep my hands from trembling. “If you wish to leave this room on your feet, you’ll tell me where she is.” He’d walk out of the room, and into the garage where I’d let Stefano hone his technique to extract information.
“You need to fucking listen to me.” He leaned forward, letting the gun rest between his widespread thighs.
“I am listening. Tell me what I want to know.”
“This isn’t about you. I don’t give a fuck if you hate me. I’ve hated you for five years. I wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t sent me. I need your fucking help.” He surged to his feet and scrubbed a hand down his face.
I pulled my gun and leveled it at his head. “Where. Is. Allegra?”
The man dropped his arms to his side. “Fuck you. I could’ve put a bullet through your head the half dozen times I’ve been inside this house. I gave Ally a phone when you took hers. I don’t know what she sees in you. I think you’re a dick, but you can’t convince her for shit once she’s made up her mind.”
“Yet, you keep inserting yourself into my marriage.”
“Fuck you, Marco. Apparently, I love her more than you do. I’d rather eat shit than ask you for anything, but I’m here, for her, because I need your help.”
I glared at the man who vehemently fought for my wife. I hadn’t realized the depth of devotion he had for her. “Who are you?”
“Knox. Get used to me. I’m never walking away from Ally. While you’re pointing your fucking gun at me, Byrne has her. He has Dee, too. I can’t get them both out.” Knox released a heavy breath. “He knows who she is, and he has a hard-on for you. She told me she trusted you. When she fucking needs you, your arrogance is going to get her killed.”
“What happened?” I slid my gun into my holster.
“I failed to remember she doesn’t listen for shit, either.”
“When did you last see her?” I flung open the office door, then glanced over my shoulder. “Are you coming? Or are you going to sneak out the way you came in?”
He followed me out of the office.
“Tell me everything. Start from the beginning.”
Knox filled me in on the situation. “Byrne is into some serious shit. He has a buyer for Dee. We have to get to her first. Trust me, Ally will never forgive herself if something happens to her sister.”
“When did you last see them?” I asked again.
“Dee is in a house in the Hills. Byrne will move Ally. But she has a weapon and Ryan has her phone. It’s traceable even if it’s off.”
I spun and glared at him. “You’re tracking my wife?”
“I don’t trust you with her.”
Wasn’t that fucking perfect. “I’m her husband.”
“I know. I was at the wedding.”
“Fuck.” Once she was safe, Knox might still find himself eating the end of my gun. “Fucking Irish,” I said.
