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Decades of pent-up rage I keep buried trickles to the surface. I can feel the storm brewing underneath my skin, and I push it back down.
“Keep it together, son. Tell me what happened.”
“It was a setup.” When I don’t respond, he continues. “He took her. Caishen has her.”
Nodding to Dom, he nods back and turns to start barking orders.
“I knew this was a bad idea,” Dom grumbles.
“We’re on the way. Send me everything you have for now,” I tell him as I throw my towel down and rush out of the dining room.
“Papa, what’s going on?” Donna asks, frantically following me.
“I need to go help your sister. I want you to stay here while we’re gone.”
“I can go back to my place, Papa. That isn’t necessary.”
“Please, bambolina, I’ll know you’re safe here.”
She nods before pulling me into a hug. “Okay,” she resigns. “Be safe, both of you. As much as I know I’d be amazing at it, I have no desire to run the Outfit.”
“I will,” I tell her, kissing her forehead before marching out the front door.
Chapter Twenty-Two
NICO
"I’ll kill him. All of them,” I mutter as I slam my laptop shut, running my fingers through my hair. Any attempts at finding her have led us nowhere.
“I’ll help,” Dom replies solemnly as he holds his coffee mug up before taking a large gulp.
“We will find her. The one thing we know for sure is that Caishen needs her alive,” Cesare says as he sips on his coffee.
I glance over at Bash, who’s staring out of the window of his study. The sun’s only just begun its ascent.
“Where is Grayson?” Cesare asks when I don’t respond.
“I texted Dante to go grab him,” I tell him as I open my laptop once more.
After a minute, Dante saunters into the room without knocking. Behind him, Kai and Enzo follow, holding onto each of Grayson’s arms. Grayson moves obediently as he scans the room.
“You rang?” he remarks.
I storm up to them. Kai and Enzo release him before exiting. Dominic must’ve had the same idea because, before I can wrap my hand around Grayson’s neck, Dominic punches him across the face. Grayson falls backward, but I’m on him in an instant. I pull him back up to standing by his collar before slamming his back to the wall, pressing my forearm to his neck. Blood drips from his mouth.
“Do not fuck with me. Where is my wife?” I demand, knowing he won’t be able to answer.
He grabs my arm, trying to break free of my hold, but I’m immovable. He doesn’t answer—well,can’tanswer—and it only sends me into a deeper rage I didn’t know existed within me. His face turns several shades of purple and red before I give in and step back. He folds down, resting his hands on his knees.
“I didn’t,” he rasps as he chokes for air.
“You knew about the plan. Who the fuck else would’ve sold us out!”
“It wasn’t me. She’s my—”
“Shut the fuck up! She’smine,” I snarl. “Myfamily, not yours.”
“You gotta believe me. I had nothing to do with this.” He pants.
