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Ending the call, my eyes return to the screen, but then Elio walks into the office, pulling my attention away again.
Opening my emails, I click on the one from Dario and forward it to Elio. “I’ve just sent you an email. We have a photo of Castellanos. Get the men to search New York and tell them the one to bring him in alive gets a fifty thousand bonus.”
“They’re going to tear the city apart,” Elio mutters as he checks his email.
“That’s the idea,” I murmur as I look at the live stream from the room.
Skylar’s now leaning her head back against the wall, looking deathly pale.
“What’s Antonio’s number?” I ask.
When Elio gives it to me, I quickly dail it.
“Hello,” Antonio answers abruptly.
“It’s Renzo.”
“Yes, boss,” he says, his tone instantly filled with respect. “What can I do for you?”
“Bring Bianca to the warehouse.”
“Have you found the group responsible?”
“Not yet, but I need Bianca’s medical skills.”
“We’ll leave as soon as possible, boss.”
I end the call and keep staring at Skylar.
Don’t die on me, topolina. I need you to live a long and torturous life.
Carlo comes into the office and gives me a chin lift. “The office is ready, boss.”
“Come with me,” I order as I walk toward the steps. Taking them up, I signal for Emilio to unlock the door, and when I step inside, Skylar’s already scrambled to her feet and is darting to the back of the room.
Wanting to teach her that she has to obey my every command, I growl, “Come here, Skylar.”
She shakes her head, her body plastered to the wall.
“If you make me ask you anything for a second time, I’ll cut the kidney from you without any hesitation.”
“Please. This is insane,” Harlan cries as he moves between his daughter and me.
I hold out my hand, and a moment later, a gun is placed in my palm. My fingers close around the hilt and pointing the barrel at Harlan, I don’t hesitate for a single second and pull the trigger.
The bullet tears through the sleeve of his dress shirt, and before blood can blossom on the white fabric, the bullet slams into the wall less than a foot away from Skylar.
“Daddy!” she screams as she darts toward him.
“Skylar!” I shout to get her attention.
Her eyes snap to me.
“Come. Here.”
She hesitates, but now that she knows I won’t hesitate to shoot her father, she walks to me.
When she tilts her head back to meet my eyes, I lean down until our faces are an inch apart.
