Chapter Eleven
Giovanni didn’t wantto wake Mia up.He had forgotten to click the “do not disturb” button, and now he heard the ringtone at the side of the bed, and with it buzzing, his cell phone had dropped to the floor.
He’d wrapped himself around Mia, and he was being careful not to wake her.The last few days, he was aware she had struggled to get some sleep.
“What is it?”Mia asked.
“It’s fine.It’s work.Go back to sleep,” he said, kissing her neck.
“Ignore it.”
“And if it’s nothing, I will ignore it.”
She sighed, but he saw she was already so tired.
Kissing her neck, he left the bed, being sure to tuck in the blanket so she was nice and warm.Summer was approaching, but sometimes the nights were still a little on the chilly side.
Leaving the room, he grabbed some pants and answered the call, as it was from Diego.
“What’s going on?”Giovanni asked.
“There’s been another kidnapping.”
“What?”He pressed his fingers to his eyes, as he felt the anger starting to build.This was pissing him off.Whoever was doing this was starting to make him feel like a fool.Holding his cell phone against his ear and his shoulder, he quickly pulled on his pants and made his way downstairs toward his office.
“There’s a live feed right now,” Diego said.“It’s through the usual link.”
Giovanni was pissed off, and as he fired up his computer, he felt that anger start to rise.
“Are we any closer to figuring out who this could be?”Giovanni asked.
“No.There’s not even any clear money or any of that shit.”
“You’re kidding me?”
“Nope.”
“Do you still think this is an inside job?”
“It must be.There is no one else bragging about having our girls, and they haven’t turned up dead.Whoever is doing this is real fucking sloppy, or they’re struggling to kill the girls,” Diego said.
Giovanni looked at the screen.It was a blonde girl, she had just turned eighteen, and there was even a hint of her marrying one of the old capos who had just lost his wife.Giovanni was not interested in the union.The man in question already had six children from his previous wife.The only quality the union could make was that of wealth.That was what most marriages were—a contract of wealth.
“They have already taken her virginity,” Diego said.“They used the drugs again.”
“For fuck’s sake.When are we going to catch a break with these fucking scumbags?”His anger was rising with every passing second.
Giovanni couldn’t make out anything significant about who had taken her.Their voices were doctored.
