Page 167 of Bleed with Me

“Lucas,” Zyon sighed, his patience running thin. “Lorenzo left yesterday for Colombia to cut a drug deal. Without it, he’s out of money.”

“And Sonny is playing a poker tournament in Jersey,” I added. “It’s on TV.”

Lucas’s unusually green eyes darted between us with uncertainty, but whatever he was about to say, a sharp notification echoing through the room interrupted him.

“Someone sent something,” he muttered, fingers flying across the keyboard. “Traffic camera… no, private security feed.”

Every muscle in my body locked.

“Open it,” Zyon ordered.

Lucas didn’t waste another second, and grainy footage filled the largest monitor. Rain distorted the image, streaking across the lens in shimmering lines, and my Jaguar entered the frame.

“That’s her,” I whispered before I could stop myself. The car drove normally for another few seconds before three black SUVs appeared as if they’d been waiting for exactly that moment.

One accelerated from behind. One slid out from a side road. The third crossed both lanes in front of her. My jaw clenched so hard that pain shot into my temples.

“She never had a chance,” I breathed, my palms clenching into fists.

The Jaguar braked violently. Even through the poor quality, I recognized Nina’s driving. She tried to reverse the instant the road ahead closed.

The third SUV blocked her escape before she’d moved more than a few feet, and six men climbed out.

“She’ll fight,” I claimed with unshakable confidence.

“What?” Lucas glanced over his shoulder.

“Look.” I pointed at the screen. “She’ll fight.”

The footage played in silence as we watched Nina fight exactly the way I knew she would. She made them bleed. She made them earn every inch. But numbers always won.

They pulled a hood over her head and dragged her into the SUV. The taillights vanished into the storm. And just like that, she was gone.

I stared at the empty stretch of asphalt where she’d disappeared.

“They knew exactly where she’d be,” Zyon said, frowning at the screen.

“As if they—” Lucas’s eyes widened with realization as he glanced at my brother.

“Were watching her the whole time,” Zyon finished, moving behind Lucas. “Can you put together her entire drive from Greenwich to you, and then until they caught her?” He frowned. “What about trying to find where they took her?”

“I can try that,” Lucas agreed hesitantly, tapping ferociously on his purple keyboard. “But there aren’t enough cameras. I need to hack private—”

“Do it!” I snapped, tired of explanations. I needed fucking results. “Here’s the phone to Malin’s security team.” I slid the unlocked phone to him. “They’ll help. I need to go out.”

“Where?” Zyon asked, following me outside. We’d spent almost two hours going through options. I had to do something.

“Not sure.” I threw my arms up helplessly. “Everywhere. Her friends. Her apartment. Her father’s house!”

“Lorenzo’s men won’t be happy to see you,” Zyon preached, but didn’t stop me.

I checked the magazine of my gun.

“That’s unfortunate for them.”

The list of people who could know something useful was surprisingly short. Lucas said Nina didn’t have many friends because her grandfather was paranoid and didn’t want her to maintain relationships with people outside her world. The problem was that the people around her never truly accepted her. She was Lorenzo’s out-of-wedlock child who ended the unhappy marriage by simply existing.

“Who’s next?” Zyon asked, stretching his arms. The rain stopped pouring, but the quiet rage blossomed into massive proportions inside me with every pointless visit.