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Genuine concern fucking rolls over me as I run toward the stairs he just came down. There’s no fucking way. Sofia DeSantis? Alive in our home? Right under my fucking nose?
Dante and Giana are close behind as I ascend the stairwell. When I get to the main hall, I see a wooden door that’s been shredded to pieces, assumably by Dante, but a metal door rests behind where the wooden door used to be intact.
“Holy fuck,” I say. “Holy fuck!” I yell and put my ear to the door. “How the fuck do you know she’s in there?”
I turn to Dante, who is calling someone on the phone but not getting through. When he doesn’t answer, I walk over to him and get in his face.
“Answer the fucking question, Dante. If you’re up to something after I got you in here, I swear to fucking Christ!”
“I heard her singing.” Dante stops, and it almost seems like shock is settling in. His eyes grow wide, and he starts shaking his head. “I’m not fucking crazy. I heard her in there. I know I did.”
He goes to the door and calls out for Sofia, but all of a sudden, the music dies. I could faintly hear it up here from the other wing of the house, but something just abruptly cut it off.
“Sofia!” he screams into the door. “Sof! Can you hear me?”
Sweat rolls down his temple as he starts pounding on the door, and it takes Giana to get him to stop screaming.
“They fucking know,” I say. “Someone knows something. Maybe that dumb fucking broad. You guys need to get out of the house. Now.”
Maybe Gabriel noticed the cameras down.
I turn toward them and then look at the mess on the floor. “Fucking hell.”
“We need to go, Dante,” she says. “We have to go if we want to get out of here. You cannot possibly take out all of their men.”
“I’m going to fucking kill every single one of them,” he grits out.
“And I’ll fucking help you,” I say, knowing if it were G, I’d feel the same goddamn way.
Dante looks at me, narrows his eyes as confusion spreads across his face.
“If Sofia is in there,” I tell him, “I will help you get her. But not right now. If Gabriel has kept her in there this long, alive and well, he’s not going to hurt her. But he will fucking kill you if he sees you in here, and then what?”
Dante picks up a piece of the wooden shrapnel and beats it against the wall.
“Fuck!” he screams.
It’s guttural and loud, and I know Gabriel is onto us. I fucking feel him.
“We need to move, Dante,” Giana begs him, and she tugs him behind her as we both run to the window with a trellis outside of it.
It’s a long way down, but it beats being murdered in this hallway.
“Nicco, what are you going to tell him?” She pauses to look at me as I shake my head.
I have no fucking idea.
Nothing I say is going to be good enough.
“I’ll figure it out. Go,” I tell her.
I nod as she narrows her eyes that are filled with worry.
Dante stops short and looks back at me, and something I’ve never seen in his eyes flashes as they darken.
“Don’t make me fucking regret this, Niccolò. I’m going to get your sister out of here and safe, and I expect you do the same for mine,” he grits out before he grabs ahold of Giana.
The two of them disappear down the side of the house just as I hear footsteps running up the stairs. I close the window.
