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The sick fuck says with a grin I can hear in his voice, “If you come after me, your sweet little niece will pay.”
I swear to God, I’ll make him—
Beep.
The silence on the other end of the line rings in my ear. My uncle and I watch each other, our gazes locked through the glass. His face is ashen. His expression carries both knowledge and a question. He knows why I’m here, why some men surround me while others went ahead and checked the house. But he also saw my face when I took the call.
I check my screen, a part of me not wanting the only connection I have to the kids severed. The line is dead.
Motherfucking fuck.
The tracker app shows Waldo’s location a short distance north of the village. They’re on the move, going toward the mountains southwest of Bastia. Judging by their speed, they’re traveling by car.
Just because there’s a signal doesn’t mean Waldo is alive. They could’ve killed him. I never answer calls from unlisted numbers. That’s why they used his phone. Now that they made contact, it’s only a matter of time before they destroy his phone. They must know I’m able to track him. Time is of the essence.
One of my men opens the sliding door in the lounge and exits. “The house is clear. He’s alone.”
I’m shaking with fury and an unfamiliar feeling that my brain classifies as fear. I bark out a command, letting it fall on the ears of whoever is closest to me. “Tell the driver to bring the car.”
“Yes, sir,” the man on my left says, pressing his phone against his ear to execute the order.
“Round up the men. Get a 4x4 here. We’re heading toward Monte Cinto.”
My uncle steps out. “Angelo, what’s going on?”
“What weapons do you have on site?” I ask him.
“A few automatic rifles and grenades,” he says. “They’re in the cellar.”
I hold out my palm. “Key.”
He takes a chain with a key from around his neck and hands it over. I throw it at the man on my right who catches it in midair.
“Get everything. Now.”
He jogs toward the house with two men following on his heels.
“Angelo,” my uncle says again. “What happened?’
I can barely stand the sight of him. Disgust wells up in my throat. “Someone took the children.”
He blanches, looking as if he may keel over. “I know why you came, but you must let me help you.”
“Help me?” I utter a cold laugh. “Why would I do that?”
“Because this is our fault.”
“What the fuck have you done?”
He holds up a hand. “We didn’t mean for it to go this far.”
In a blink, I’m in front of him, fisting the front of his silk gown. “Their lives are at stake, so speak or I’ll cut out your tongue.”
Unfazed by the threat he knows too well is real, he continues in a regretful tone, “Nico made a deal with Mario.”
I go quiet. I must’ve heard wrong.
“I’m sorry, Angelo. We wanted to do right by our brother, and you weren’t thinking straight where your wife was concerned.”
