"Good." I move back to my desk. The laptop screen still doesn't show her. "We need to get them to warehouses. All of them. I want them separated. I want them scared."
"Already done." Pietro pulls out his phone. "Nico's overseeing transport now. Lorenzo's keeping the police occupied with statements and bribes."
"Your mother?"
"Safe. Dante got her and Amanda out through the kitchen. They're at the compound with Nora and Kristen."
I nod. Try to focus. Try to think like a pakhan instead of a man whose world just got ripped away.
The laptop chimes.
I freeze.
Pietro stops mid-sentence.
Igor sits up so fast he nearly falls out of the chair.
On the screen, a green dot appears.
Moving.
"There," I breathe. "There she is."
Pietro is beside me in two strides. We both stare at the screen.
The green dot moves steadily. Not fast. Vehicle speed. Heading south on?—
"Kedzie," Pietro says. "They're taking her south on Kedzie."
"That's our territory," Igor says from the chair. "Why would they?—"
"Doesn't matter." I'm already moving, grabbing my jacket from the back of the chair. "We follow that dot. We get her back."
"Wait." Pietro grabs my arm. "You can't just?—"
"Watch me."
"Dmitri." His grip tightens. "Think. They're expecting pursuit. This could be a trap. They could be leading us exactly where they want us."
"I don't care."
"Well I do." Pietro's voice goes hard. "That's my sister. My blood. And I'm not letting you run into an ambush because you're too emotional to think straight."
I round on him. "Emotional? They took her. They took Vittoria."
I can't finish. Can't say the word.
My fiancée. My future. My everything.
Pietro's expression softens. Just slightly. "I know. But we do this smart. We track them. We gather our men. We plan. And then we get her back."
"Every second we wait?—"
"Is a second we use to prepare." Pietro releases my arm. "The tracker is active. We know where she is. We can follow her without being seen. But if we rush in blind, we risk her life."
He's right. I know he's right.
But every instinct I have screams at me to move. To find her. To kill everyone who touched her.
