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“I am. Don Amato is going to send you the location of the car that took Jamie. Go back to the station and clear her location of any patrol car. I want to be alone with that fucker. Intercept every fucking email directed to the NYPD, district attorney, or any other fucker that can bite us in the ass. Take down a fucking satellite if you have to, but no one gets any information on us or the Amatos.”
“Got it, Boss.”
“Let’s go.”
I walked out of Dea Tacita in wide strides, driven by rage and blinded by a murderous intent that propelled my every step.
I’m going to find you, Baby. Whoever took you is going to pay with their fucking lives.
All I could see was her. Nothing else in the world existed to me at this moment.
Jamie was the reason I got to smile every day. She had managed to heal the small part of my soul that I had no idea still existed. Still, she had pinned it to this Earth, preventing it from sinking further into the darkness I’d given way to.
“You told me about a woman who visited Amanda when she was in the hospital after Jamie was born. Do you know what her name was?” Enzo asked from beside me, his face contorting into disgust as if those words were sour on his tongue. I was startled by the question, not understanding why the fuck that held any importance at the moment, but I stopped and replied anyway.
“Francis Harden. Why?”
Don Amato paused for a second, his whole body going stiff, the only movement being his chest rising and falling at an increased rate.
“I know who has my car.” He finally said, his hands clenching into tight fists and his nose flaring wide. “FUCK!” He shouted, kicking the gravel beneath his feet in an outburst of pure rage.
It seemed like the first genuine reaction I’d seen from this man today. Uncontrolled. Untamed. Uncut. His pure emotions flaring under his sleeve.
“Who?” I grunted, annoyed out of my fucking mind for having to ask.
“Lisa Marie Francis Amato.” He slowly said before looking at me. “My fucking wife!”
Jamie
I hadn’t noticed I wasn’t even restrained during the whole drive. That thought only occurred to me once the tall, muscled man who had grabbed me by the park was tying my wrists so tightly together that I thought I would lose all the blood supply to my hands.
He pulled me out of the car, making me stumble onto the ground. I lost my balance from the strong, unexpected tug, falling onto the concrete floor and scraping my knees upon impact.
I looked around, trying to find something that could give me a clue about where I was. There was nothing I could see beyond old warehouses with broken windows, yellowed out by time and grease.
The air was humid, making me shiver each time a new gush swept across my skin. We were close to water, I was sure. Yet, still, I couldn’t decipher exactly where this woman had taken me to.
The not-at-all-gentle giant pulled me up to my feet and shoved me forward, forcing me to follow the woman.
She walked with a calm stride as if time was in her favor. Not a damn worry in the whole world while my body ran on pure terror and anxiety. The driver walked beside her with a big gun nestled under his arm, a strap securing it to his body.
They stopped just beside a rusty door on the side of one of the warehouses, making way for myself and the huge man who had been shoving me towards my doom every step of the way.
“In you go,” he said, giving me another harsh push, but this time my feet were firmly planted on the ground.
If I go in, that's the end. No one will ever find me.
I had to do something. I had to find a way to leave a trail, but how?
Craning my head, I looked everywhere for God knows what, coming to face the broken, old door and its ragged edges.
Maybe…
Looking back at the brute who captured me, I slowly shook my head, earning myself another rough shove that ended with me on my knees again. Only this time, my hands were tied, so instead of another few scrapes on my legs, my face collided with the concrete, too.
I yelped from the pain, closing my hands into tight fists and squeezing my eyes shut as tight as they could go, yet not even that held back the tears that started sprinting down my face again.
Before I could recover, he yanked me up with an iron grip on my arm, shoving me towards the open door and forcing me inside. My arm bumped harshly into the rusty threshold, the sharp edges cutting my skin deep enough to draw a decent amount of blood.
