But Felix was missing, and this man might be able to help.
It was time to do the right thing, even if it meant losing everything. If Felix was safe, then that’s all that mattered.
I pulled out my cell phone and called my brother.
“Is he back?”
“No,” I said. “I need to run out, though. Can you have someone watch my place?”
“Where are you going?”
“I can’t tell you, Luca, so please don’t ask.”
“That’s not gonna fly, Bree. Where the hell are you going?”
“Just have someone watch the house in case Felix comes back. I’ll give you ten minutes.”
“Jesus Christ,” he snapped.
I hung up on him and grabbed my purse, shoving the letter inside. I waited ten minutes, then headed out to my car, but before I could open my garage door fully, my brother ducked under it and ripped my driver’s door open. “What the fuck are you doing, Bree?”
“It’s between me and Maria.”
“Jesus Christ, Maria was a junkie. Where exactly are you going that I’m gonna have to rescue you from?”
I closed my eyes and squeezed the steering wheel. Maria was our big sister, Luca was next, and I was the baby. Her death hit Luca harder than anyone, and his way of coping with it was anger. He hadn’t quite reached acceptance yet.
“Luca, please. I promise, I won’t do anything reckless. But I need to do this alone and I need to do this for our sister.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m not going to tell you that,” I said. “But I promise I’ll text you when I get there and when I’m leaving.”
“I’m following you.”
I met his eyes. “I know you have that ability, but I’m asking you not to.Please, LuLu.”
“Goddammit!” he bellowed, dragging his hands through his hair. “You’ve got one hour before I trace your phone and come get you.”
My heart raced, but I forced myself not to show my fear. “Okay. Deal.”
I just hoped this errand was over before my brother stormed the gates.
He scowled at me, closing my car door, and waving me out of my garage. I backed out, then used the voice command to enter in my destination, guiding my car onto I-25. The closer I got, the more my stomach roiled. I almost turned around three times, but then I was in front of the giant gates, nothing else around, and realized it was now or never.
I saw an intercom box thingy and pressed the button.
“Yeah?”
“Is this the Primal Howlers’ headquarters?”
“Who the fuck’s askin’?”
“I’m looking for a, ah, Mr. Stonewell?”
“Bitch, you haven’t answered my first question. Who the fuck are you?” the gruff voice demanded.
“Um... he doesn’t know me. My name is Sabrina Moretti. He knew my sister, Maria.”
