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“It could have been simple if you just left me at my house!” I huff.
He lifts the cloche off my breakfast and shakes his head at the full plate of food underneath. “You need to stop acting like a child and eat something.”
“You drugged me, Sam. If you really think I’d be willing to eat anything you provide at this point, you’re more deranged than I already think you are.”
“Angie, you know I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“Correction. Iusedto know that. Then, you kidnapped me. Now, you think I can just trust you? No way, asshole.”
“I had hoped you’d be calmer this morning,” he says with a sigh.
“Oh, I’m calm,” I argue. “I’m just waiting for Victor to come and rescue me. When he does, he will kill you and I’m not even sure I’ll feel bad about that at this point.”
Sam laughs, proving he is insane. I wasn’t kidding. Victor will kill him.
“You need to face some facts. There’s no way Victorio will even find you. He doesn’t know who I am. You never told him my father’s name. I doubt he even knows my last name. Plus, our parents were never legally married. There’s nothing to lead him here.”
“You’re wrong,” I insist. “There will be something somewhere. Your father is too high profile. Victor won’t rest. He’ll turn over every stone to find me.”
“Itisimpossible, but if Victorio does show up, he’ll be walking into a trap. I won’t let my men kill him because it would hurt you, but I’m warning you, Angie. I won’t let him stop me. I have to do this. It’s the only way I can protect you and make everything up to you. I wasn’t there to protect you years ago. I let you get hurt and I’m going to make sure that never happens again.”
“What—”
“Even if I have to force you to accept me, you will do it, Angie.”
“In your dreams,” I huff.
“I’ll be up later, so we can eat dinner together.”
“Save yourself some trouble. I’m not touching your food.”
“Wrong. Youwilleat it, even if I have to hand feed it to you.”
“Try, and I’ll bite your fingers off,” I drawl.
He gives me a look of utter confusion and frustration. He lets out a grunt and then stomps out, locking my door.
I stare at the closed door, feeling kind of helpless. After talking with Sam, I find I’m worrying more about Victor. I can’t let him get hurt. The only problem is I have no idea how to protect him. I’m basically a prisoner. I walk to the window to stare outside. I’m fighting tears as I try to get control of my emotions.
“Please be careful, Victor. Come find me but don’t get hurt. I love you,” I whisper, praying somehow my words get to him, even if I know they won’t.
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. . .
One Week Later
We’ve traveled everywhere around the US and still haven’t found any sign of Gia. I’m fucking tired and worried sick. I’ve never gone this long without my woman and I’m close to breaking. To make matters worse, I have no idea what to do next. I ruled out going to Russia to find her, because we tracked Sam’s plane to Alabama and the flight plan was to Mexico. It never showed. Which left me at a crossroads. Since then, I’ve been systematically going through every holding in the US that the Levkin brothers owned or were tied to one of their corporations—either dummy or legitimate ones.
I went down to Alabama to the private airstrip that Samuil’s plane took off from. There was nothing there but a private airstrip. It was empty except for a broken cellphone. It was Gia’s and when I found it, I just held it to myself and tried not to cry in front of all my men. I’m not giving up. I’ll move heaven and Earth to find her. I’m just losing hope.
I move my hand to the back pocket of my jeans, where her phone rests. I close my eyes while holding it and silently promise her that I will find her…somehow.
I go to the computer room and sit down beside Ghost. He had a chair moved in because I’m always here. It’s the only place where I feel like things are not totally hopeless.
“How many more properties do we have that we need to investigate in the US?” I ask.
“What makes you think he’s in the US for sure?” he questions back, studying my face.
