“What is it?” Papa snaps.
“Izzy’s been taken.”
Static. That’s the only way to explain the buzzing in myears.
Papa’s voice stays calm as he demands explanations. “From the beginning.”
Dante stands to attention. “The team you had tailing her saw a black SUV grab her. They tried to get to her, but they didn’t get there quick enough.”
“How long?” I grit out, my words strained as my jaw tenses.
There's a moment of hesitation before he speaks. “Five minutes.”
Fuck. “The SUV?”
“We’re in pursuit.”
I force air into my lungs. Force myself to swallow despite the fear clogging my throat.
She’s okay. She’ll be okay. She has to be.
Izzy’s been taken.
My phone rings again.
I snarl into it. “What?”
“We lost them.” Rafael’s voice is a mixture of trepidation and dejection.
My knees weaken. I steady myself, knuckles white on the wooden desk. “Have you run the plates?”
“Stolen.”
Breathe.
Izzy’s been taken.
I don’t bother with goodbye as I hit end on the call.
“Dante,” I say, my voice dangerously low. “Get the team scouring surveillance. Any glimpses of that car, I want to know.”
He nods, hesitating for only a moment before he turns and leaves.
“Papa.” My voice wavers just slightly.
His fingers dig into my shoulder. “This is our entire focus. You have all of us.”
Izzy’s been taken.
I squeeze the desk so hard my arms shake.
One name. One name comes to mind.
And when I find him?
He’ll regret the day he was ever born.
“We found the car.”
