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In the haste of calling all my men into action, I haven’t had a chance to make my father aware of the situation. I storm down the stairs and into his office, not bothering to knock. He's seated at his desk, his head tilted back, while Bonnie's head moves rhythmically between his legs. Gag.
I shut the door loudly, causing his eyes to snap to mine. “Now’s not a good time, Emerson.” His tone is irritated but breathy, and I feel sick that he’s speaking to me right now.
“Oh, it’s a fantastic time,” I bark back, glaring down at the nasty bitch on her knees. “Bonnie, get out,” I snap, not mincing words.
She pops up and looks over at me, disdain written all over her face. “But baa-”
“Say another word, and I'll silence you by removing your tongue,” I threaten. “Get. Out. Now!” I say, as I hold the door open for her.
Her gaze shifts from me to my father, as if searching for something. “Go, Darling. We’ll resume this when my son is done throwing a tantrum.”
“I’ll be done throwing a goddamn tantrum when I find out who was inside your fucking house and stole my child from her bassinet.”
My father’s eyes widen in surprise before his face morphs into fury. “Get out, Bonnie,” he snaps, his voice filled with anger, causing her to quickly rise from her knees and scurry past me. When she’s gone, I slam the door. “Sit down, Son, and tell me everything.”
“We need to lock the house down and you’re the only one who can make that call. Do it now,” I demand, giving him a cutting glare.
“The house will go on lockdown when I decide there is a reason for one. How do I know Scarlett didn’t send the baby away? Or maybe it's all a ruse for attention. Your wife does love to be the star of the show. She ruined Bonnie’s gala.”
My fingers dig into the wood armrests of the overstuffed leather chair I’m sitting in. I’m shocked I don’t have a splinter with how I’m gripping the wood. Knowing the only way to get him to do what I want is to play his games I take a deep breath and start at the beginning.
Over the next hour, we meticulously dissect every detail Scarlett shared with us—from the sound of the door shutting to the unsettling absence of Luciana.
“The suspect can only be someone within this house or an individual who obeys the commands of a household member,” I huff.
My father picks up the landline and calls down to the security office connected to the garage. The one person at the top of my suspect list is in charge down there so I wish we had another way to lock this place up. “Put the house on lockdown. No one in, no one out.”
“Was that Rueben? I want him looked into as well. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s in on it. If he’s the one who took my daughter, I’m going to fucking kill him.” My head tilts and my eyes fixate on my father as I speak. He put the house on lockdown, which is good but no one would be stupid enough to stick around. They’re probably already gone… with my daughter. I’m seconds away from shooting every fucker who gets in my way.
What if the person on the other end of the phone is the guilty party?
“Rueben is my right hand. He would never do anything to hurt the family. Your daughter is like a niece to him. Well, would be if we ever get to see her.”
I bark out a harsh laugh. “Did you help catch and bring justice to the person who tried to shoot my wife while she was carrying my child at your bitch’s gala? No. I have every right to keep my child under lock and key, knowing they’re not safe.”
“Tobin is still missing. Maybe he did it and went back into hiding? Maybe he had one of his men attempt to kill her.”
“Impossible. Tobin met his end in our basement, by my hand. He stole from my wife, hurt her. He had to go.” A crooked smile finds my face. Antonio has no idea about the extent of my exploits within the hidden depths of his basement.
He has a distaste for descending into that place himself, always delegating the gruesome tasks of violence and murder to me. That's alright, though. I enjoy it, and soon he will be down there in my chair so that I can rule this family the proper way.
“That bitch has you acting reckless. You need to remember you are a Rossi and nothing happens in this house without me knowing.”
If only he knew just how wrong he is about that. He has no idea who all has met their end in our basement, or who I fuck, or who my wife fucks.
“Rueben isn’t the one to blame.” He stands, grabbing the decanter off the cart behind his desk, and pours himself a drink. “He’s not even here right now. He went on an errand for Bonnie. She is planning her makeup gala since the last one was ruined, and he went to go check the venue.” He takes a drink of his liquor, and I roll my eyes. “We’re hiring extra security for this one, so there are no more mishaps.”
This conversation is a waste of my time, and that’s the one thing my Luciana doesn’t have. The longer she is gone, the farther away she gets, and the more likely it is that she won’t be found.
“I’m going to gather the staff and begin questioning everyone. Your wife will be on that fucking list too, just a heads-up.” I head to the exit. Before I get any further, I come to a sudden halt, my heart pounding in my chest. “Antonio, no one is safe from my wrath if they have Luciana. Rueben, Bonnie, you… no one.”
I leave him standing there, his knuckles turning pale as he clings tightly to his glass. It’s time to head back upstairs and wake my bride.
They always say there are few things scarier than an angry mother. My staff is about to find that out. I won't deny her the opportunity to seek revenge; after all, this battle is just as much hers as it is mine.
When I get to the room Scarlett is sitting on Alistair’s lap, and they’re still looking at the laptop. Both of their heads snap up when I enter.
“Anything?” Scarlett asks, and the hope in her eyes shatters me.
