Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“I’m not much help either. I’ll admit I don’t like the son of a bitch, but mostly I don’t like him around my woman. He didn’t seem like the type who would physically harm a woman, though. He also seemed to genuinely care for Gia.”
“Then, what do we do?” Ghost asks.
“We investigate further,” I tell him. “The first damn thing I’m going to do is call Gia and tell her to stay the fuck away from this asshole, though. I haven’t talked to her except by a quick text. She’s upset with me, but this time I’m going to make her take my call.”
I dial the number and tap my foot as I wait for her to answer. It rings, but then immediately switches over to voicemail. I try not to panic. The last text I had from Sloan said Gia was secure. Still, she’s the next number I phone. The same exact thing happens, and in all the time I’ve known Sloan, she has never failed to pick up her phone. She once answered his call during the middle of fucking her husband. There’s no way it going to voicemail means good things. I try Gia again and it goes to voicemail just like before.
Panic hits me like I’ve never felt before. I yell out my frustration. I never should have left her. IF something happens to her it is going to be all my fault. If I close my eyes all I can see is her face etched in terror with Abram leering down at her. I pick up the corner of Ghost’s desk and flip the fucking thing over on its side. Ghost’s computer, his screens, and various papers all go flying, careening to the floor.
“Damn it!” Ghost barks.
EZ grabs me by the shoulders. I try to fight him, but he jerks me hard. “Lock it down, Victorio.”
“He could have her,” I explain, saying my biggest fear out loud. “If something happens to my woman…” I break off, my body quaking with fear like I’ve never known.
“Get control over whatever you’re feeling right now and find a way to push it aside and concentrate on how to help your woman. There’s a chance he doesn’t even have her.”
I nod. I know in my heart he does. Gia wouldn’t go this long without talking to me, no matter how upset she was. Still, EZ is right. I do need to know for sure. I sift through the wreckage of the desk and find my phone. I quickly dial Antonio’s number.
He picks up on the second ring, which helps. If his phone had gone to voicemail, I don’t know what I would have done.
“Hey, Vic, man. Did Angelina give you the good news?”
“Yeah, and I hate to bother you, Boss, but I need a favor.”
Something in my voice must alert him because his easy-go-lucky mood is instantly replaced. “Tell me what you need.”
“Man,” I start, my voice breaking. I have to clear my throat and get control, then start again. “I can’t get ahold of Gia or Sloan. Both phones go to voicemail. I need to know if she’s okay. If not…” My fucking voice stops again, there’s too much fear inside of me. I feel like I’m choking on it.
“I’ll send a crew over immediately. We’ll be back in touch soon.” He hangs up, not giving me a chance to say thanks—not that I could anyway.
When I look back up. Ghost is at the smaller desk on a laptop. “I need everything about these fuckers, including all of their holdings and any place they might be holding my woman,” I tell him. My voice is still weak, but I do feel a little more balanced. Antonio is helping. We’ve been through this with his woman. I’ll get Gia back. I will. There’s no other option.
“I’m already on it. You’re going to owe me a new computer screen,” he murmurs.
“You find my woman and I’ll buy you a whole room of computers,” I agree.
“No need, just replace that one. It’s my favorite.”
I don’t respond. I’m hanging over his shoulder along with EZ trying to see everything I can. It takes about twenty minutes before Antonio calls back. I put the call on speaker and keep looking at Ghost’s computer screen. “Talk to me,” I tell him, already knowing it can’t be good news because it’s Antonio on the phone and not my Kitten.
“Angelina is nowhere around, Vic. There doesn’t appear to be a struggle inside her home. So wherever she is, chances are she’s fine. But…”
“But?”
“Fuck. Vic, we found Sloan in the bushes. She was alive, but unconscious. She came to when we started working with her. They’re on their way to the hospital with her right now. She’ll be okay. The thing is, she can’t remember anything. The last things she remembers is getting ready to follow Angelina and her stepbrother to the restaurant where they were having dinner. Sam put Angelina in his car while his bodyguard came over to Sloan to discuss logistics, then everything is blank.”