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He blinked, once, twice, then I felt the barrel of the gun’s force lighten on my chest. “Play it,” he demanded. I played it from the beginning, watching his face carefully for his reaction. “Fuck.” He pulled the gun off me completely, letting it hang by his side as his face paled. “That’s Miriam.”
He stumbled back, his eyes glazing over, and I took the opportunity to push past him. I wasn’t going to stand outside his front door while he explained how the fuck he knew who had taken Navy and Dario. The video kept playing, flicking to another camera as Navy’s body went limped, then she was thrown into the back of a truck.
She hadn’t left me.She hadn’t fuckin’ left me.
I was relieved but also pissed. I’d wasted the entire day, meanwhile she’d been taken—my son had been taken.
“You better explain real fuckin’ fast who the hell she is,” I growled, pacing into his house and watching as Lorenzo, Romeo, and Christian did the same. He was outnumbered, but I had a feeling he didn’t care. He would have taken us all on if he wanted to.
“Miriam,” Agent Peters started. “She’s the woman who runs the adoption agency.”
I screwed up my face. “What?”
“She’s the—”
“I heard what you said,” I growled. “Why the fuck would she be kidnapping Navy and Dario?” I scraped my hand down my face, feeling tiredness setting in, but I didn’t have time for that. I had to stay awake, I had to find them.
“I…I have no idea.”
Agent Peters stood there, staring at the wall, unblinking, then all of a sudden he stood to his full height, hiding his emotions on his face in the click of his fingers. Gone was the man who was confused, and in its place the FBI agent.
He reached into his pocket, pulling his cell out, and within seconds was talking. “Agent Peters. I need a background check done asap.” He started to reel names off, people, places, companies, then he strolled toward me and took the cell from my hand. “I’m emailing you a video file. I need to know everything you can find out about it.” He listened for several seconds, nodding, then ground out, “My daughter and grandson have been kidnapped. This is top priority.” He yanked the cell from his ear, his dark gaze meeting mine. “We’ll find her,” he told me. “We’ll find them both.”
I hated the idea of working with the enemy, but to find the people I loved, I’d do anything that I had to.
* * *
NAVY
“Wake up.” The voice came through a second before a foot booted me in the leg. “Wake the fuck up!”
I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to give Miriam the satisfaction of me adhering to her commands.
But then I heard his cries. I felt his sadness, his hunger, his terror.
“Dario,” I whispered, snapping my eyes open. My lips parted at the sight of him in her arms, his little legs and arms wailing around. He was hungry.
“Feed him,” she growled at me, placing him on my lap but still holding him. I was desperate to wrap my arms around him, to hold him to my chest and breathe him in. But the rope that burned against my skin wouldn’t let me.
“I need my arms,” I murmured, not taking my eyes off of Dario.
Her arm moved forward, her wrist flicking out. The metal of the knife caught my attention, and for a second, I looked away from Dario and to her. She was going to cut me free. This would be my chance. I could throw a punch at her and knock her off-balance and—
She pierced the material of my T-shirt, slicing upward to my bra. She didn’t stop there though. She cut through the straps, baring me completely.
My hope dwindled in the blink of an eye. Of course she wasn’t going to undo my binds. I was stupid to even think that.
“There, now he can be fed.” She held him to me, grabbing my boob and squeezing it as she moved his mouth toward it.
I growled, air whizzing through my teeth at her contact.
If it wasn’t for Dario, I would have…I would have…
My shoulders sank as he latched on and the realization hit me that even without Dario here, there was nothing I could have done. I was the weakest I’d ever been. I’d thought when I was pregnant, I’d been vulnerable, but at least he had been inside me back then. Now…now she could take him and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from Dario, the thought that this could be the last time I saw him tearing me apart. I wouldn’t get to see those big brown eyes again. I wouldn’t get to stroke the top of his head and feel his soft hair beneath my fingertips.
But in the deep recesses of my mind, a little hope bubbled up. He was still here, close by, which meant whatever her plan was hadn’t ended yet. I still had a chance—we still had a chance.
