"Fuck you," I mutter.
"You couldn't sort this?"
Cade jumps in. "To be fair to the asshole, he hasn't seen her since she made her dark discovery of how deep he went."
"He fucked up. He had plenty of chances?—"
I growl. "She's the one who fucked up. She should never have gotten my sister involved in this?—"
Cade snorts. "Have you met your sister? She's a mini you on steroids. The Marino blood runs strong in both of you."
"Fuck right off. Lola should've waited around to pass on the potentially vital information herself. Fleeing like a coward is unforgivable."
Silas scoffs. "And if she did that, Lola knew you'd never let her just leave. You weren't done stalking."
I curse him out. And then I take a breath. "She deserves to be locked away and punished forever for this."
"Reasonable, Enzo, like always," Silas says.
Cade's voice cuts through. "I think I've got a location. On Lola's phone and on Lola."
Then he pauses, and it hits me hard what they've been doing. "Lyndall's going to be fine, man. She's a Marino, and a kid. No one fucks with a Marino kid. I'll get eyes on Lola, you get Lyndall."
Silas adds, "Call in Zayne. And we can be there as your backup with your sister."
"I've got Dad's men."
"We'll be there," Cade says quietly.
"Thanks. Here's the address." I rattle it off.
I hang up the call and swallow over the giant, burning lump in my throat.
Shit. Shit.
As much as I want to punch out Silas, they're good friends. The best.
Trying to distract me by letting me know Lola's fine, letting me know they're there and will be if I ask them to be in getting Lyndall back.
Fuck, they didn't wait to be asked. They told me they were joining me.
But it's not important, any of it. Apart from eyes on Lola and getting Lyndall back.
And then I shut everything down. Lola, my fury at her, all of it.
I need to be focused on getting Lyndall back to safety.
And then?
All fucking bets are off.
Chapter Three
LOLA
"Where ya heading, Missy?"the burly truck driver asks me as he pulls away from the side of the road.
I stare out the window, resisting the urge to pull down the cap I've got on. I'm now a little way from the little seaside town and from Harry's Diner.
