Panic is not going to do a thing.
"Dad... I think Dom Rebecci took the girls and?—"
"I'll help you find them."
"You?"
"Game is over, Enzo. This is my empire until I decide to hand it back to you. Besides, even if I let you still have it, you need me. I have contacts you don't."
"AndIhave contactsyoudon't."
"Then working together is good, don't you think?"
I want to say no. Every part of me wants that desperately. But I'm no fool, and saying no is a foolish thing. Very foolish.
Even if I ran the Marino family, I'm not Dad, and the best and most powerful families use all resources.
This is one time I need all the help I can get.
Rebecci is clearly off-grid, and that is a problem for me, but it might not be for Dad.
And time spent fighting is time stolen from finding Lyndall. From finding Lola. And my baby, Squish.
I take a breath, right as Silas arrives. Before I can go over to join them, my phone buzzes.
Silas
Jack's fine. The driver he hit wasn't wearing a seatbelt. Went right through the fucking window. We'll go to the hospital with him. And I'll fill Zayne in.
I follow Dad to his SUV, and we get in.
My phone buzzes again.
Zayne
Spoke to Silas. Focus on the girls. I'll take care of everything else.
Our search, Dad's and mine, leads us to Edoardo Costa.
I text Cade where I'm going, knowing he'll share with Zayne and Silas.
I'm utterly reluctant to throw my lot in with Dad and Costa, or even trust Dad on this.
But I'm out of options.
Besides, I'm banking on the fact that he might still have some affection for Lyndall. That his caring for my sister is bigger than his hatred of Emilio Mancini and, by proxy, his official daughter.
I'll take anything.
And the longer they're missing...
Time's running out.
"Costa isn't a friend."
Dad doesn't answer as we drive to my place. There are guns there, my computer. Men.
"Father?"
