Kane
Ibreak every speed limit, run red lights, and narrowly miss hitting an old couple crossing the road in my efforts to get back to the house as quickly as possible. Angelo sits next to me silently seething while stabbing his phone like he wishes it were Luka.
On what planet does Luka think it’s acceptable to take Chiara away from the safety of the estate, where armed guards patrol 24/7?
He and I will be having words when we get back. Assuming he survives Angelo’s rage spiral.
“I have no words,” Angelo mutters as he reads a message from Luka’s phone. “They kidnapped Vivian Remington.”
My foot presses harder on the accelerator, and the engine roars in protest. A woman in a mom-mobile gives me the middle finger when I overtake at a ridiculous speed. At this rate, I might end up killing us both, but the sooner we get back, the sooner I can tear Luka a new asshole.
Vivian Remington is not her usual polished self. If this situation were not so dire, I’d laugh. As it is, I can barely stop myself from wringing Luka’s neck.
He was told to keep Chiara safe, which meant stopping her from leaving the house on some hair-brained quest.
“Can someone please release me!”
Angelo ignores Vivian. She’s not going anywhere until one of us figures out what the fuck is going on. She could be our only lead. God knows we’ve got nothing else. Not until Milo finds something, anyway.
“Explain.”
Luka says nothing. He’s worked out who’s in the firing line and has kept a low profile since we stormed into the kitchen.
Horatio muttered something about insane women and stomped off as well. The poor man’s probably penning a resignation letter as we speak.
The only person smiling is Chiara. She’s positively gleeful.
“When my lovely father-in-law lost his shit with me last night, I grabbed something from his desk. I’d seen the crest on the envelope before.” She turns to Vivian. “That bitch had an envelope just like it in her purse at that super boring gala.”
Angelo nods, but there’s a vein throbbing wildly in his temple. “So you decided to abduct her from her house without any backup from me, Kane, or our men, despite Fina going missing in the last twenty-four hours…why?”
I’m genuinely impressed Angelo hasn’t lost his temper yet. Getting laid after a very long dry spell has improved his mood, it seems.
Chiara throws her arms in the air, exasperated. “Because I remembered this morning where I’d seen the crest, or ratherheraldic crest before - on a flag at the castle in Scotland where I ended up after being kidnapped.”
So Lorenzo is involved? Angelo must draw the same conclusion.
“Show me.”
Felix strolls in, his tail vertical as always. He winds around my legs while Chiara passes a crumpled cream envelope and card to Angelo. Luka catches my eye, and I glare. If anything had happened to Chiara, it would have been his fault. From the way he lowers his gaze, he knows it.
Chiara intercepts my vicious glare and scowls. “Don’t go blaming Luka. I forced him to take me to the bitch’s house!”
“Excuse me? I have a name, you ungrateful little whore!”
Angelo’s head snaps up. He spins to face Mrs. Remington. “Did you just call my wife a whore?”
“Given she’s clearly sleeping with your bastard brother. I’d say the name fits,” she sniffs.
Luka chuckles loudly. “We’re all one big happy family in this house.”
Vivian sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes widening in shock. “Youshareher?”
“What we do is none of your business.”
Whatever Vivian says next doesn’t quite reach my ears, but it’s enough for Angelo to grab her chin and lean in before he speaks.
“If you want me to let you go, I strongly suggest you keep your nasty opinions to yourself.”
