Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Jesus,” I mutter as I climb to my feet, and taking off my other shoe, I hold it ready in my hands. “Come on. I’ll fucking kill you, you motherfucking piece of shit. I loved that dress!”
I lunge at him and start hitting him with the heel of my shoe until he manages to grab his gun.
When he aims it at me, I jump off him and shriek, “Oh shit.”
A stupid nervous chuckle escapes me before I suck in a ragged breath.
Shitshitshitshitshit.
He keeps the gun pointed at me as he climbs to his feet, then hisses, “La perra,” right before he slams the weapon against the side of my head, knocking me unconscious.
Dario
We had to split up. Renzo and Franco stayed behind to make sure their women and Vittoria got home safely after the ballet show.
Damiano, Angelo, and I are in a helicopter that Carlo is flying. We’re searching the fucking ocean for any boat that looks suspicious, which is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Especially at night.
“This is taking too long,” Damiano mutters.
“No fucking shit,” I growl as I check the dark web for any information that can help me find Eden.
“I’m picking up activity in the air,” Carlo suddenly says. “Three helicopters.”
“And?” Damiano barks.
“They’re all flying in the same direction,” Carlo answers.
“Not odd at all,” Angelo mentions.
“Follow them,” I order. “It’s a shot in the dark, but it’s better than flying around until we run out of fuel.”
I keep looking for any leads we can use, and as time crawls by, my worry for Eden grows.
It’s hard not to think of what the fuckers could be doing to her. Being a criminal myself, I know how ugly the world really is.
A thought pops into my mind, and I search for private parties with a hefty price tag. There are hundreds, and I add words related to water, seeing as Eden has been taken by boat.
What I find chills me to my bone.
$50000. Fishing trip. N/V. Use/Dispose.
“Fuck,” I whisper as my heart beat faster.
“What?”
“There’s a private party where women can be used or killed. Whoever scores a ticket can do whatever they want,” I translate the information I found.
“Eden’s not at that party,” Angelo says. “It’s all too convenient.”
“It’s sold as a fishing trip,” I snap. “I’ll bet everything I have those helicopters are flying to the yacht where this party is being held, and if there’s a chance that Eden could be there, I’m going.”
Damiano nods his approval. “It’s the only lead we have.”
“Let’s hope they’re expecting a fourth helicopter,” Carlo mutters.
Chapter 24
Dario
Carlo has to circle the boat as the helicopters take turns to land and drop off their passengers.
We wait until last before Carlo sets us down on the supersized yacht. Angelo shoves the door open and gets out first, followed by me, then Damiano.
A man dressed in a tuxedo frowns at us. “We weren’t expecting a fourth party.”
An armed guard gives us a wary look, his fingers twitching around his weapon.
“We invited ourselves,” I mutter, impatient to search the yacht so I can find Eden.
Another man, who’s escorted by two guards, comes up the stairs, and his eyes lock instantly on Damiano. “What’s the Cosa Nostra doing here? This isn’t your territory.”
I glance at Damiano. “You know him?”
“Kristian,” my boss murmurs. “Sex trafficker. Let me handle this.” Damiano takes a step forward and lets out a sigh. “I’m here for a specific girl.”
“We don’t have anyone who belongs to the Cosa Nostra,” the man replies calmly, as if he isn’t worried we’ll kill him.
“Show us the girls, and we’ll be on our way,” Damiano mutters.
“Only you. The rest wait right here,” the man agrees.
Not happy, I cross my arms over my chest and watch as Damiano and Carlo follow the man.
When a guard shakes his head at Carlo, Damiano says, “Where I go, he goes.”
“Let him come,” the man snaps, clearly starting to lose his patience with the situation.
We don’t wait long before Damiano and Carlo come back. My boss shakes his head, then orders, “Let’s go. We’re wasting our time here.”
For a moment, I think about the girls who will be tortured and killed, but needing to focus on finding Eden, I climb back into the helicopter.
As the aircraft lifts into the sky, I stare out the window at the vast ocean, worried I might not get to my woman in time.
Damiano’s phone starts to ring, drawing my attention to him. I watch as he takes the device out and how his expression relaxes for a split second.
“I’m busy…No…No…”
Angelo and I stare at Damiano as we watch him on the call because that’s one ‘no’ too many for a man who only says it once before killing you.
“No…No…I know…Christ, I don’t have time for this,” he finally snaps. “Don’t call again.”
He hangs up, the frown on his forehead instantly turning darker.