“Clean this up,” I snapped to our men, rushing out of the warehouse where I’d been torturing some prick who claimed to have fucked Rosalie.
I got into the back of the SUV Kenneth was driving.
“Where to, boss?” he asked.
“Hospital. Mercy Central.”
He nodded and pulled away from the warehouse as I dialed Teo. It went to voicemail, and I let out a snarl before calling Sio, who answered immediately.
“I do not have information. Alessandro left without saying anything except that he was going to her,” he answered.
I swore softly. “Should I call him?”
“Klaus,” Alessio said gently. “Come to us here. Let Alessandro handle this, OK?”
I swallowed hard. “She needs me.”
“She needs Alessandro.”
I rubbed my eyes.
“We don’t want to overwhelm her by you both showing up. She likely doesn’t know that Alessandro knows, and if she does, the last thing she’s going to want to do is have an awkward conversation.”
I nodded. He was right, but fuck, I needed to see her.
“I’ll be there soon,” I said.
“OK. They’ve taken Bianca to surgery. Matteo went with her. And Drake. I know they both can’t go in, and I expect Matteo to give up the spot for Drake, so he will be back soon. We are on the tenth floor in the waiting room.”
“OK,” I said.
“See you soon.”
I grunted and hung up, my throat tight. It took everything I had not to send Alessandro a message or call him. He needed to focus.
Fuck, though. Truly.
We all lookedlike hell as we sat in the waiting room. I kept checking my phone, like I thought Rosalie would call me.
“Klaus,” Matteo said.
I looked up at him before darkening my screen.
“We should talk, brother.”
I glanced from him to Alessio. “OK.”
“With the plans we have in place, and you trying to mend things with your boys,” Matteo started.
I swallowed. “Yes?”
“We think you should let Rosalie go,” Matteo finished.
“What?” I frowned at him. “No. I?—”
“Shit is going to get bad,” Alessio jumped in. “We need you. Your boys need you. Rosalie has Alessandro and Evan.”
My throat tightened at their words.
