“Mr. Russo.”
I stiffen. “Who is this?”
I glance at the screen. No caller ID.
“If you ever want to see your wife alive again, come to the address I’ve just texted to you. Alone.”
My blood runs cold. “If you’ve—”
The line goes dead.
I check the address. It’s the same as Kai just sent.
I hurl the phone across the room.
It explodes against the wall.
Fuck.
My body moves before my brain catches up.
First stop: the armory. I grab a Glock and a knife, my hands shaking but sure.
Then I’m out.
No one dares stop me as I floor it through the front gates, tires screaming. Every second that passes feels like a lifetime. Every second is another one he could be hurting her.
It takes a couple of hours, but eventually, my tires rumble down a long driveway, trees decorating either side.
I screech to a stop outside the large farmhouse.
“Izzy!” I call out, banging open the door.
No answer.
Inside, there’s two options, one staircase leading up, one going down.
I pick down.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I almost trip getting to the last steps. A metal door in front of me sits slightly ajar.
Pulling my gun from its holster I push it open gently, my eyes on high alert.
What I see has my blood running cold.
Izzy is naked, blood coating her thighs. She’s strapped to a table in the center of a cage, her face contorted in terror.
Bound and gagged, her tear-soaked eyes meet mine as she tries to scream around the cloth covering her mouth.
My knees threaten to buckle but I force them to move. I reach the cage in two strides, but the door is locked.
“Hold on, baby.”
She shakes her head, staring behind me as if she’s trying to communicate something.
Then everything goes dark.
My head pounds.
