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“Boss,” Beppe says as he comes to stand beside me. “We’ve checked every room. Portia’s friend, Jamie, isn’t here.”
“The fuck?” Kelvin growls. “Are you sure?”
Beppe nods. “We’ve triple-checked. She’s not here. The homeless girl, Pia, she didn’t make it. She’s upstairs in one of the rooms,” he shakes his head. “Looks as though she died of an overdose. “But you should know there are girls as young as seven here.”
Fucking bastards. God, what cunts. I hate pedophiles. They need to be killed instantly. Bastards.
My cell buzzes with a text message, but I leave it be, focusing on the task at hand. If it’s urgent, they’ll call me.
We go through each room. Some of the women are protective of the young girls here, and I know that when they’re free, they’ll be trauma bonded over this for life. I just hope the young girls are able to go home.
We take note of their names, asking them who we should call and explaining what our plans are. The older women are happy to wait for our plan to play out and then to seek the medical attention they need, and to help the younger girls get the medical attention also.
We’re halfway through the first floor when my cell rings. It’s Amadeo. “Yeah?”
“Boss,” he groans, and my blood runs cold. “I’m sorry, boss. I should have known.”
“Amadeo, where is Portia?”
“He’s taken her,” he tells me. “He’s taken her.”
“Who has?” I hiss, my gaze moving to Rocco. He’s already on his cell, no doubt calling Jade.
“Robert. He took Portia. He shot her.”
“Where are you?” I ask him, needing to know where my woman is. “Amadeo, where are you?”
The line goes silent but not dead. He’s not answering me. I grit my teeth. Fuck. Was he shot too?
“Let’s go,” Stephen says as he slaps my back. “We’re going to the office. We’re going to watch the fucking security footage and find out where your girl is.”
“Beppe,” Rocco says. “My wife and Elio’s are at home. Go to them, join our men, and make sure they’re secure.”
Beppe glances at me. He wants to be with me. “Santo, you go instead. Beppe, you’re with me.”
Rocco clenches his jaw. He’s pissed, and I get it. I overruled his order. But Beppe is my man, my right-hand man. He goes where I go.
“Roc, if you want to be with your wife, go,” I tell him. “I get it. With this shit, we don’t know where they’re going to hit next.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says like I’m fucking crazy. “Let’s go find out where that fucker has taken her.” He turns to Kelvin. “Gather everything you know about Robert. I want everything you have on him and more by the time we’re at the office. You let that bastard near Portia. You promised us she’d be safe with him. Now look at her.”
I don’t look at the asshole as I exit the hotel. Right now, I need to focus on getting all the information we can on who the fuck Robert is and where he’d have taken Portia. That fucker has gone too far. No one takes my woman.
The ride to the office is intense. Everyone’s anger is bubbling, ready to be unleashed. Stephen and Maverick have been on their cells the entire journey, trying to uncover who Robert truly is.
Pulling into the parking lot, I spot Amadeo lying on the ground by the door. Fuck, he looks in bad shape. He’s not moving, not even as the vehicle gets closer to him.
“Amadeo?” I say as I crouch down to him. He’s been shot in the leg, and he’s bleeding profusely.
“I’m sorry,” he says, his words low, but I hear them. “I tried to save her.”
I nod. “You did good. Thank you.”
“He shot her. She was running toward my car, and he shot her.”
“We’re going to save her,” I promise him, because there is no other choice. She’s coming back to me.
“S-s-save h-h-er,” he breathes.
