“Eddy, what do you have for me?” I ask once the door is closed and Dominick has joined me. I sent Eddy the info on our way to Dominick’s house so he’d have time to search.
“Nothing,” he says. “It’s off the beaten path, on a private road. I could get a drone out there but?—”
“I’m not waiting for that.” I glance at Dominick. “Thanks, Eddy. I’ll call you back.” I hang up. “I’m going to grab some guys and go in blind.”
“Okay,” he says. “When are we leaving?”
“We’re not. You have a family, and if you don’t make it back alive, I’ll be forced to marry and procreate with your wife,” I joke, recalling the time he made me promise to take care of his wife and son if anything ever happened to him. One joke abouttaking careof her, and he almost put a bullet in me.
Dominick growls, and I can’t help but laugh.
“You need to loosen up, bro. When’s the last time you got laid? Wait, never mind. Don’t do that. Every time you two fuck, you knock her up.”
I text several of my guys, letting them know we’re heading into a suicide mission to save Daniella and where to meet me if anyone wants to join.
The guys know they’ll be compensated well, so most will come. A few who have families, like Dominick, will sit this one out. I always give them a choice though. The last thing you want is a man being forced or threatened to be on your side. That’s why, instead of creating allies out of fear, like Andrey did, ensuring they don’t respect you, we’ve created mutually respected business relationships.
I consider sending a text to Daniella to let her know that we’ve found where we think he has her, but if by some chance this Enrique fucker sees it, he’ll know to expect us.
So, instead, I head out to meet my men, and hopefully, we’ll formulate a plan that will end in getting Daniella back, killing Enrique, and getting Lorenzo out of jail.
12
Daniella
“Daniella!Get out of the fucking bath.”
I jump at Henry’s command and pull the plug, not wanting to upset him. He’s been extra pissy today, and I think it has something to do with the fact that things aren’t going his way.
I overheard him yelling at someone on the phone about the company’s worth. Apparently, he’s trying to liquidate it so there will be nothing left. Not that it matters because if he has it his way, Lorenzo will be rotting in jail for a long time and soon enough, I’ll be dead.
But knowing that things aren’t going as planned for Henry makes me the tiniest bit giddy inside. Nothing would please me more than for his entire plan to blow up in his face.
“I’m coming,” I yell back.
I quickly get dressed, not looking in the mirror since I don’t care to see the bruises he left on my stomach or face, and then throw my hair up into a messy bun.
I’m opening the bathroom door and mentally preparing myself for whatever is waiting for me on the other side when a loud explosion hits my ears, nearly shaking the house.
My eyes meet Henry’s, and he stills for several seconds before, out of nowhere, he pulls a gun—one I wish I had known about—and grabs meby the neck.
“Don’t even think about running,” he hisses, pulling me with him into the living room, into a corner where we can’t be seen.
Shots are fired, one after another, and my heart rate picks up speed. I hope it’s someone here to save me, but at the same time, the last thing I want is for anyone to get hurt because of me.
The door swings open, and several guys pile in with guns in their hands. Henry must know he’s outnumbered because he immediately shoves me toward them and starts shooting as he runs to the back of the house.
I drop to my knees, closing my eyes and praying I don’t get killed in the cross fire.
And I’m still praying, waiting for the shooting to stop, when strong hands lift me onto my feet.
“C’mon, Little Russo. Let’s get you out of here.”
Matteo.
He came.
I didn’t even know he was out of jail.
