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He groaned again. “Bring them back, and we’re even.”
“Roger that.”
I ended the call.
“What have you got?” I asked Alessio.
“There are three daughters. Jemma, Cara, and Sophie. There’s nothing about them online, but I found a video on Jemma’s social media.” He pushed his laptop to the side and pushed play.
I leaned forward.
Then froze.
Sophie—my Sophie was laughing and dancing, wearing a blue halter-neck dress which showed entirely too much of her cleavage.
Shit.
Cristo, who had leaned over, let out a low whistle.
Then he turned to me. “You kidnapped Sophie Donnelly. Bold move,fratello,bold move.”
Bold move, my ass. I didn’t even know her first name when I grabbed her.
And I sure as hell didn’t know who her father was—before I took her.
Took her from Fausto.
Locked her in my room.
Took her virginity.
I was a dead man walking, living on borrowed time because the moment I gave Sophie back and she told her father was the moment the Irish mob would send out the first killers…if Uncle Fausto didn’t get to me first.
“How did Uncle Fausto get her when they went missing in Verona?”
“Verona?” Alessio asked. “He’s a frequent guest of our nightclubs up there. He’s spending most of his time up there nowadays.”
“Our nightclubs?”
Alessio shrugged. “Cristo is mostly down here, taking care of logistics. I’m overseeing the business in Verona.”
“So, you’re responsible for the nightclubs?”
Alessandro nodded.
“And Fausto is there most of the time?”
He nodded again.
I narrowed my eyes. “Trafficking children?”
Alessandro’s brows narrowed, he slowly got up, his spine ramrod straight, and faced me. “Not in my club. You know we don’t do that.”
“Do I know?” I raised one eyebrow. “Maybe you’re working with Fausto on establishing a new business venture—now that Papa is gone.”
Murder glittered in his eyes.
I prepared for the attack, but when he came at me—with more finesse than I gave him credit for—he took us to the floor. We grappled and rolled around on the floor as we tried to gain control over each other. For a split second, he got the upper hand, straddled me, and used his weight to pin me to the floor.
