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I waited for Debi to go outside before carrying on. “We need to get Ovidio back, to find out what he’s been up to, who else is involved, and then to deal with him ourselves. Plus, the security footage also shows that his daughter was taken too. Ovidio’s men told me she’s twenty-one and her name is Caterina.”
“Why on earth did they take the daughter?” asked Marco. “The Bratva don’t usually target the families.”
“The CCTV from the house shows Dmitri Petrov asking Ovidio where the money is and saying something about the daughter’s bank account.”
“Christ. Well, it looks like we need to talk to the girl as well. The whole family might be involved in this shitshow.”
“I’ll get on it right away.”
I went to the office to start work on tracking down Ovidio and his daughter. My blood was boiling like a blazing inferno—we expected absolute loyalty from our men, and nothing else was acceptable. The whole Fratellanza was built on this.
For a Captain to betray us was shocking, but even worse, it made me wonder how many other traitors were lurking among the Fratellanza.
Upon the death of our father, Marco had taken over as Capo at the age of eighteen, and I had been seventeen when I became his Consigliere. We had taken over an organization that was fraught with infighting and corruption, and it had taken many years and us working our asses off to turn it around into the success it was today.
Betrayals and treachery had the potential to bring the whole organization down, and I would do whatever was required to prevent that, dishing out whatever retribution was required to set an example to the rest of the Fratellanza.
My brothers and I were known as the Kings of Chicago. Our family hadn’t gotten to its position today by being careful and respectful of others—we had gotten here through brutality and being merciless.
I couldn’t even think about Ovidio Russo without my insides churning up with fury. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on our deceitful Captain and anyone else he had been working with. The adrenaline started to course through my veins as I thought about the punishments we would dish out, about the violent ends they would meet.
For her sake, I hoped the daughter wasn’t involved in any betrayal.
Because even if she was a girl, the Fratellanza treated all traitors the same.
CHAPTER 2
CATE
I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids were so heavy like I was struggling to wake from a deep sleep. My head was pounding, and my mouth felt dry.
I could feel movement around me, as if we were in a moving car, perhaps. I didn’t know what was going on, but my head was hammering too much to even think. I must be dreaming, I thought, letting the drowsiness take over.
But then I heard that voice again. It was the voice with the accent—the man my father had called Dmitri. Dmitri Petrov. I had never seen him until today, but even I had heard the name of the most feared Russian in Chicago.
I forced my eyes open, and panic engulfed me as I remembered what had happened. I tried to say something, but my brain was all foggy and I could only manage a low moan.
The car stopped and a blast of cold night air rushed in as the doors were ripped open. Dmitri pulled me out of the car and marched me towards a warehouse on a derelict industrial estate while another man dragged my struggling father. I saw that his mouth was gagged, and his hands were tied behind his back with zip-ties.
After we entered the warehouse, Dmitri tugged me along as he crossed the building, and I stumbled as I struggled to keep up with him.
He reached down, grabbed my arm, and hauled me to my feet before continuing toward his destination. He opened another door, and I felt a coldness penetrate my bones as he led me down a set of stone steps into a basement. The smell of damp stung my nostrils and the iciness in the air made me shiver.
“Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see.” He didn’t give anything away.
“What do you want with me?” I pleaded.
He pushed me up against a wall. I felt the cold of the brick seep through my thin nightclothes.
“What do I want from you? Oh, the things I want to do to you…What do you think you could do to please me, to make me go easy on you?”
I shuddered.
He ran the back of his fingers across my cheek. “I could torture you...But what I really want is to see you on your knees in front of me with my cock stuffed in your mouth, begging me to spare you.”
I felt the blood drain from my face.
