“Do you know where they’re living?” I ask Lorenzo.
He shakes his head. “She said it was in North Harbor Point, but I didn’t get the specifics.”
Dominick: Daniella is married?
Me: You’ve been a little busy breeding. I must’ve forgotten to mention that.
Dominick: Glad to know you still have your humor behind bars.
Me: She married a Henry Thomas, but Eddy said he’s using a fake name, so we have no idea who this guy is or what he’s up to. I think he might be behind our arrests.
Dominick: On it.
I glance up at Lorenzo. “Dominick is taking care of it.”
Dominick:We have a problem. I figured out where Daniella is living, but when we got there, no one was there. Their shit is there, and I posted a guy to keep a lookout, but he hasn’t seen any movement from them.
Fuck! This isn’t good.
“Is there anywhere else your sister might be?” I ask Lorenzo. “Dominick found their house, but neither of them has shown up.”
We’re in the gym, working out, since there’s nothing else to do. It’s been twenty-four hours, and we’re no closer to getting out of this shithole. I was waiting to hear from Dominick, but this isn’t the news I was hoping for.
“I don’t know,” Lorenzo says. “She hasn’t been here in years. Henry mentioned having family in Harbor Point, but since we don’t know who he really is, I don’t know what’s true or not.”
Me: We need to find out who this guy is. Have Eddy shut the house down in case there are any cameras and see if Henry left anything revealing his identity.
Dominick: Got it.
Next, I send a message to Ian. He’s been working the streets with me for years, and he knows everything about everyone.
Me: I need you to get a location on Daniella Russo, Lorenzo’s sister. Just moved to North Harbor Point with Henry Thomas. If you find them, make sure she’s secure and take out the garbage.
Ian: On it.
8
Daniella
“You can’t do this!”I shout, kicking and screaming as I’m pulled out of a vehicle and dragged onto what feels like a sidewalk.
“I can, and I am,” Henry says. “And the sooner you cooperate, the easier it will be on both you and your brother. I’ve put too much effort into this plan for you to fuck it up.”
He allows me a moment to get to my feet, and then he guides me somewhere, until I step over what I’m assuming is the threshold and into a house.
“What plan?” I ask, hoping to get some information out of him that can help me figure out what is going on.
I don’t know how long we drove for, but it didn’t feel long enough for us to be out of the city. Or if we are, it’s probably close by.
“To destroy your family’s company,” he says, pulling the bag off my head. Before I can ask any questions or even get a good look at where we are, he shoves me into a room. “I have shit to do. So, stay here and be quiet, and if you’re lucky, I’ll feed you later.”
He slams the door, and when I try to open it, I realize it locks from the outside. He arranged this ahead of time. Nobody’s doors lock from the outside unless they intend to lock someone inside.
Hours go by,and I don’t hear from Henry. I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing, but thankfully, the room has an en suite bathroom that I can use.
When my stomach starts to growl, I bang on the door, but Henry doesn’t answer.
More hours pass, and the bright sky dims until it gets dark. Finally, the door opens, and Henry hands me a sandwich and a glass of water.
