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I close his eyes as he takes his last breath. He died trying to protect her, and I know Davide would be proud of him for doing that. When we find them, I’m going to enjoy killing whoever the fuck Robert is.
Stephen hits play, and I see Portia in her office, her gaze on her computer intense as she looks at something. My attention moves to Robert as he walks to the conference room and takes some of the files that are there. He then heads back to his own office.
Stephen fast forwards the footage as Portia goes to the conference room and sorts through the files. It’s as though she’s looking for something. While she’s in there, Amadeo joins her and tries to help her. Robert sneaks out of his office and into Portia’s, where he drops the files onto her desk.
“Fuck, what is he up to?” Maverick asks. “The fucker took those files. Is that what she’s looking for?”
“Is there any volume?” Elio asks as we watch Portia and Amadeo walk back to her office. Portia looks on edge. She seems to be fighting back tears. Stephen switches the volume up, and we hear Portia entering the room.
“What the hell?” she gasps. “Damn it. What the fuck is going on?”
“Fuck,” Maverick says as we listen to Portia tell Amadeo that someone’s fucking with her. She’s right, Robert was doing exactly that.
“Beppe, go see if those files are still in her office,” I instruct him. He nods and heads out of the room. “Play the rest,” I say through clenched teeth.
I watch as Amadeo tells her to stay behind the door and lock it. He does everything correctly. Everything I would have done. Robert is good. He’s trying to get her to doubt Amadeo. He put on a good fucking show and would have made a lot of people second guess what was going on. Hell, had she not known Amadeo since she was a child, she probably would have believed Robert.
Amadeo keeps her with him as he leads her down the stairs and out of the office building. Christ, the man did everything he could have.
I clench my jaw as I watch Robert shoot Amadeo and then turn the gun to Portia. That fucker knew too much. The way he held the gun to her head, I could see the fear in her eyes. How did he know to do that? Was it a lucky guess? I don’t think so. No fucking way. He’s connected to Marco in some way.
The screams she releases when he pulls on her arm has my stomach in knots. Christ, I’m going to fucking kill him. God... What a bastard. The screams stop abruptly, and she passes out. I clench my fists as he picks her up like a fucking ragdoll and throws her into the car.
“Shit,” Elio snarls. “Fucking bastard.”
“Kelvin,” Rocco says, his voice vibrating with anger. “Can you trace a GPS signal here?”
Kelvin nods. He’s been quiet the entire time we’ve been here. “We can. What do you need?”
“That bastard took Amadeo’s car. We have ours fitted with GPS.”
Finally, fucking finally, hope blooms in my chest. We’re going to find her. I’m not going to stop until we do.
“Found the files,” Beppe says as he enters the room again. “There are two. I had a look and these two are the only ones without pictures. Portia worked her ass off to get information on everyone, but she missed the pictures from these two.”
I turn to Stephen. He’s already reaching for the files. “I’m on it,” he says.
I feel useless. Right now, there’s nothing I can fucking do. Not a thing. I’m waiting on information, but the moment I have it, I’m going to find her and kill anyone who’s touched her, starting with Robert.
“Got it,” Stephen says. “Fuck,” he growls.
“Ah, bollocks,” Maverick hisses. “Kelvin, how the fuck did you miss this?”
I look at the screen. The two names that belong to the files are Henrick Velleni and Joseph Kline, but both pictures are of Robert. Which one is his real alias, or are neither of them real?
Kelvin runs a hand through his hair. “Cunt,” he snaps. “How the fuck did he get through our background checks?”
“He’s good at what he does,” Beppe says. “Didn’t you say all this software was his?” At Kelvin’s nod, he continues. “It makes sense. He keeps you close while making sure you don’t get anywhere near his real identity or the shit he’s up to.”
“We have the GPS located,” Kelvin says. “He’s stationary, at a house on the outskirts of Hartsburg.”
“That’s a twenty-minute drive,” I say as I get to my feet. It took us almost forty to get here from the hotel and we’ve been sitting here watching the security camera footage for God knows how long. What have they been doing to her while we’ve been here?
“Then let’s go,” Rocco says.
“Yes,” Stephen hisses. “Guess who the house belongs to?” he asks as he follows us out of the room.
A wicked smile forms on my face. “Marco Scaffidi,” I answer.
