Valentina touches my back. “You couldn’t have known, Gabriel.”
I shake my head. Those men had families; this is why Salvatore worked hard to change the future of the Cosa Nostra.
I look at the soldier in front of me. “There is a man in the dumpster outside. Take two men and bring him here. Be careful; the man is heavy as fuck.”
He lowers his head. “Yes, boss.”
I need answers, and I need them now. Once that piece of shit is in front of me, I will have them, no matter how long it takes.
The men bring in the Albanian, and I place the chair I found in the middle of the room, so they can put him there. When he’s secured on the chair, I crack my neck left and right, preparing myself for what’s to come.
“You know what I would love? For you just to tell me everything I need to know,” I say as I circle him. “It will be easier for me and a quicker death for you.” I lean down to look him in the eye. “What do you say?”
“I don’t know anything,” he fights against his restraints. “I got paid to do my task and not ask questions.”
I can work with that. “What was your task? What were you paid for?”
“Why would I tell you that? It’s not like you’re going to let me go,” he sneers.
I lower myself to meet his eyes. “True, but I may take pity on you and make it quick.”
He shakes his head. “We were supposed to get the woman, hand her over, and get paid. Also, we were paid to come back here and distract you if needed.”
My eyes harden as I narrow them at him. “By whom?”
“I don’t know the guy by name.” He sniffs, sweat covering his face. “He just transferred the money, and that was it.”
“How did he find you?”
“On the web. That’s all I know, I swear.” He shakes.
“Where did you deliver the girl?” I urge, my voice hard.
“Some warehouse south of here, on the other side of the district.”
“Where exactly?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know. He sent me the location, and then we went.”
I tilt my head to the side, pinning my eyes to his. “Is there anything else you're not telling me?”
He shakes his head. “No. This is all I know.”
I turn toward my men. “Keep an eye on him. I need to make a call.”
I call Salvatore, who informs me that he’s at one of the locations Marco has already shared with us. I can only pray that they find Isabella. My reasoning with him to stay calm and rational fails. I exhale after he ends the call. I need to be beside him, but first, I need to take care of the situation here.
I pull out my gun and get ready for another blood stain on my hands as I place my gun at the Albanian’s head, pulling the trigger.
“Clean this up.” I give orders to my men, then take Valentina’s hand and lead her away, back to safety.
nineteen
Gabriel
Bad things hit hardest when you’re not looking. When you fool yourself into thinking you’re just like everyone else. Safe. Untouchable. Normal. That’s exactly when the world proves you wrong.
All I could think was,how did we let that bastard Sabatini get anywhere near us?
