Fuck.
I bit down on my fist, anger coursing through my veins. “This is my fault. I shouldn’t have left her alone.”
Angelo clutched my shoulder. “I will kill every last one of them.”
Stefan breathed through his nose, shaking his head. “Calm down, Lo. At least we know where they’re keeping her. The stupid fucks didn’t think to film away from the mirrored wall.”
I lifted an eyebrow at him. “You know where she’s at?”
“That looks like The Red Room.” Stefan held out his hand. “Let me get another look.”
If anyone knew the interior of any strip club in the city, it was my brother. Stefan prided himself on knowing all of our competition and eliminating them.
Stefan replayed the video when Angelo sat on the bed beside him. “Recognize this place?”
“Definitely The Red Room,” Angelo confirmed with a nod.
Angelo shot up from the bed way too fast for his injuries. Blood seeped through the hospital gown, right over his shoulder, but he didn’t seem to give a fuck. If he was in pain, I couldn’t tell. My younger brother wasn’t in the right frame of mind.
None of us were.
Even though I knew they should stay and get some rest, I needed their help. They were the only people in this town I trusted.
We had to find Ava.
The clock at the bottom of the screen indicated we had less than twenty-four hours to either bid and win or find her.
“Drive us to The Red Room,” Angelo said with his back to me as he stripped off the gown. He walked around the room naked until he found his blood-stained clothes.
Stefan dressed into his suit and tapped me on the shoulder. “Let’s go, Pretty Boy. The clock is ticking.”
Before we left the hospital, I stopped in the waiting room and woke up Pete and Tony. I told them about Vinnie’s betrayal, and they were just as surprised that Vinnie turned on us.
I ordered them to watch Dante’s room. They spent a lot of time with Vinnie, but I didn’t suspect either of them of foul play.
Neither did Stefan.
I rode the elevator with Stefan and Angelo down to the ground floor and drove us to The Red Room. Cars packed the parking lot. A dozen of our men met us there, splitting into teams to secure the perimeter of the building.
“Follow my lead,” Angelo said and then took off toward the back of the club.
We rounded the side of the building. Stefan moved in front of us, pulled open the back door, and disappeared inside.
Where was the security?
All strip clubs had guards to deal with drunk, rowdy men. Some people got stupid when they had too much to drink and tried to shoot up the place. Even at a high-end gentleman’s club like Lucky’s, Stefan still had issues with regulars.
Gun in hand, and Angelo covering my back, I took one step into the club. But Angelo tugged on my shoulder, right as a bullet sunk into the metal door.
One more.
Then another.
“We can’t leave Stefan,” Angelo whispered. “Go around the building. There’s another entrance the girls use. It leads to the dressing rooms.”
While it was my job to follow Paulie and learn how to be my father’sconsigliere, my brothers preferred to stick with gambling and whores. They knew their way around a club.
Angelo glanced up at the security camera on the wall. He waited until it turned to the left before he got in front of me and inched along the wall. I followed behind him, glancing over my shoulder.
