Back downstairs, Gio is where I left him, a strange look on his face.
“Do you know who you’re keeping company with?” he asks as soon as I’m back in my seat.
My spine stiffens. “What do you know?”
“That’s Delaney’s missing wife.”
My hand twitches on my holster.Fuck.I hadn’t considered that anyone would recognize her here. I knew I should have pushed harder to have her stay home.
She makes me forget myself. I’m not usually so reckless.
“What do you know about Lucas Delaney?” I ask, keeping my tone neutral.
Gio leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “He’s who I wanted to discuss tonight.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “What about him?”
“The girls that have gone missing?” He waits for me to nod. “He’s connected.”
Fuck.
Izzy’s words from when she woke up float through my mind. She had ulterior motives for marrying Lucas.Does she know?
“Tell me everything,” I say, keeping my tone measured. Everything in me is screaming to storm upstairs and demand Izzy tells me everything she’s hiding, but I need as much information as I can get first.
“One of my sister's friends has been taken,” he clenches his jaw as he speaks, “and we managed to track her to a warehouse just outside the city. We lost her, the trail went cold.” His fists tighten. “But that warehouse? It’s owned by one of his biggest backers.”
“And you think Lucas is part of it?”
“I think he’s at the center of it.”
My phone rings before either of us can say anything else. Pressing it to my ear Dante’s voice is frantic. “Boss, we have a problem.”
I’m out of my seat as soon as I hear the words. “Is Izzy safe?”
There’s a pause that has me growling down the phone.
“She ran out of your office crying.” He pants as if he’s running. “She’ll be coming out in a second.”
As soon as he says the words, the back door opens, and Izzy’s figure comes into view. Her eyes track the room frantically until they come to rest on me.
What happens next feels like it’s in slow motion.
Her legs carry her forward, but Dante appears behind her quickly and his hand grasps her shoulder.
Izzy’s body locks up.
She screams.
I’m already moving, but Izzy shocks me.
She spins, lightning-fast, and drives her knee straight into his gut. Dante stumbles back, cursing, but Izzy doesn’t stop there. She grabs the wrist of the hand holding his gun and yanks it downward, forcing his arm out of position before slamming her palm up into his elbow. His fingers spasm, and the gun clatters to the floor.
I barely have time to blink before she snatches it up and whirls, leveling the barrel at his head.
Dante staggers, holding his ribs, his eyes dark with rage—but there’s something else there too. Surprise.
Izzy’s hands tremble around the gun, her breath ragged, but her aim doesn’t waver.
