Page 26 of Keres


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Silence.

“Okay?”

“Okay,” she finally agrees with a dramatic huff.

“I won’t risk coming to you until this is done. But I’ll be in touch a few times a day.”

“Just hurry, Kee. I want to live on our Greek island and forget everything about this shitty country.”

I close my eyes for a second. “Soon. I promise.”

I end the call, and the haunted look in Lorenzo’s eyes sends a sick thrill of excitement up my spine. But the pain I’m causing right now doesn’t even scratch the surface of what he and his siblings are owed. It doesn’t even come close to the misery I’ve endured because of them. And not even a fraction of the anguish and suffering that she was forced to endure.

Tears burn my eyes and I squeeze them closed. Visions of tumbling dark hair, brown almond-shaped eyes, and her beautiful smile dance behind my eyelids. All too soon, they’re tainted by other images. Of cuts and bruises, blood and tears, a mouth hanging open on a permanent scream. Kendra Sideris, loving mother. The Morettis may not have been the ones to steal her life, but they’re responsible for her death. And they will fucking pay for it.

My eyes snap open, and I’m back in the church with the three men who will help me check the next item off my list before I destroy them too.

“When can you get me the information?” I shove my hand into the pocket of my leather jacket and curl my fingers around the handle of my switchblade.

“Give me everything you know about this man. I’ll have a lead for you by tomorrow,” Lorenzo snaps.

I shouldn’t be surprised by his answer. The whole reason I moved the Morettis down my list is because I knew their position in the human trafficking ring gave me the best chance of success. Priorities dictated that tipping them off to my existence was worth the risk. But a large part of me still suspects that they already have the intel I want and they’re trying to buy time. Even with their resources, I covered my tracks enough to earn myself at least two days before they have any hope of finding Mia, so I can give him until tomorrow.

Chapter

Sixteen

ACE

She walks across the parking lot—scratch that. She sashays across the fucking parking lot, her hips and ass swaying seductively in her skintight leathers. Fucking bitch.

I clench my fists so hard that my trimmed nails dig into my palms. She glances at our car and fucking smirks before she climbs onto her bike.

“You think we’re supposed to follow her or something?” Romeo shifts in his seat beside me.

“Not unless someone tells us to. We can track the bike. And she just walked out of there without a care in the fucking world. So whatever happened, they let her leave.”

He throws me a look, his brow furrowed and his eyes wide. “You don’t think she…?”

“What? Took out all three of them on her own?” I scoff. “No way.”

He shrugs. “You never know. She’s not like any woman I’ve ever met before.”

No, she’s fucking not. My eyes remain fixed on her as she sits on her bike, the one I outfitted with a tracking device just ten minutes ago. “You say that like you admire her or something.”

“I’m not saying that. Just that she’s not your average woman. She played us like a pair of puppets. I’m willing to bet if anyone could take out those three, it would be her.”

Keres’s bike roars to life and she takes off down the freeway. I glance at the entrance of the church, and a seed of doubt grows. Where the hell are they? I’m seconds away from getting out of the car to go find them when the door swings open and Dante strolls out, followed closely by Max and Lorenzo. Romeo and I jump out of the car.

Dante reaches us first. “You put the tracker on her bike?”

I nod.

“She’s not going anywhere near Mia right now. She’s not stupid.” Lorenzo paces the parking lot.

Max places a hand on Lorenzo’s shoulder, stopping his frantic back and forth. “But she must have taken Mia somewhere within a few hours’ drive, right?”

“Yeah, to have her there already,” Dante agrees.

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