“What do you want?” I ask calmly, not wanting to piss off whoever this is until I have Dani safe and away from this person. Then, it’s game on.
“I want what’s owed to my family.”
“And what’s that?” I bite out, feeling like I’m playing a horrible game of whack-a-mole.
First Anthony, then Enrique. Now whoever the fuck this is. Every time we whack a fucker, another one pops up.
“Harbor Point.”
A mirthless chuckle bursts from my lips before I can stop it. “I can’t give you an entire fucking city.”
“Oh, you will,” the voice says slowly. “Or I’ll dismantle your world, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left for you here. Give me Harbor Point, or I’ll be forced to take it.”
The phone call cuts off, and I slam my fist into the door. Someone is gunning for us, and if they’re telling the truth and they did everything they listed, they’re fucking cunning. And whoever they are, they don’t want us to know because they used a voice distorter, which means it could literally be anyone.
“They’ve stopped at the port,” Scotty says.
“We have men working there,” I point out, dialing Francis’s number—he’s the nighttime port manager.
“Sir, I was just about to call you,” he says. “The electricity went out, and the backup generator isn’t working. I don’t know what’s going on. I just did a check a couple of weeks ago.”
I shake my head because I know exactly what’s going on.
“I’ll be there soon. Stay where you are, and if you notice anything suspicious, don’t react.”
I don’t know what this person is capable of, and while the men at the port are damn good workers, I’m not about to put Dani’s life in their hands.
I text my brother to let him know shit’s going down and I’ll explain once I can, but not to do anything unless I give him the green light.
We pull up to the port, and since the electricity is out, it’s pitch-black. The fence is partially opened, either from someone manually opening it or it was in the middle of opening or closing when the electricity went out.
“She’s somewhere near the warehouse,” I say as Scotty pulls up to the side and parks. “The priority is Dani.”
While I’d like to catch whoever the fuck is doing this, my main goal is to get Dani back alive.
I glance at Lucian, hating that he’s part of this, but glad he got inthe SUV with me so I know he’s safe from whatever is going down at The Underground.
“Stay here.”
I love the man like the father I never had, and I’m not risking his life.
“Matteo …” he hisses, but I shake my head, refusing to let him finish his thought.
He wants to help me get my woman back. And I appreciate that more than he’ll ever know. But while he’s one of the best fighters I’ve ever faced, I’ve never even seen him hold a gun. And I don’t need to be looking out for him while my focus needs to be on getting Dani back.
Scotty leaves the vehicle running, and we get out quietly, going in separate directions since we have no idea what to expect. My men have been trained for shit like this, but every time, it’s something different, and you can’t predict what’s going to happen.
The pathway is dark, but I don’t use my flashlight, not wanting to tip anyone off. I follow it around until I’m standing near the blinking dot, and it hits me—what if she’s not with her phone? The thought causes my heart to lurch in my chest, but I push it aside. She has to be here. And if she’s not, I’ll find her, wherever she is. I’ll burn down this entire fucking city until I find her. And then I’m never fucking letting her out of my sight again.
I stop and look around, trying to figure out where the hell she could be. And then my eyes land on the rows of cargo containers.
The sound of one of the doors closing reverberates through the otherwise quiet night, and my gaze meets Abram, another one of my men. We nod in understanding and then run toward where the sound came from.
My other guys must’ve heard it as well because I can see a couple of them closing in on the container. It’s hard to see shit, but a gun going off pierces the quiet.
I rush over, hoping like hell this is the right one.
With my hand on the lock, I’m ready to open it, praying this isn’t a setup, when Ian calls out, “Boss.”
