Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Shit. But why? If it was this Henry guy’s doing, I could understand having me arrested. I’m her brother, but why you?”
I snort out a laugh. I love my best friend, but sometimes, the guy is oblivious.
“Russo … think hard. Why would someone want me behind bars?”
He swallows thickly, and then his eyes lock with mine. “Because if you’re in here, you can’t do shit out there.”
“Ding, ding, ding. And we both know, if I were out there right now, I’d be doing whatever was necessary to take care of whoever put you in here.”
“So, what do we do? If it is Henry, he’s out there—with my damn sister. And Hillary too. She was a mess when I was arrested, in tears. What if he gets to her too?”
I don’t give a fuck about Hillary, but I don’t tell him that because regardless of how I feel about his gold-digging fiancée, Lorenzo cares about her.
“We don’t know it was him,” I say, trying to calm him. “But the guard is going to get me a phone from Dominick soon, and I’ll relay all this to him. If it is her husband who put this shit in motion, we’ll handle it.”
“Antonov,” the guard yells, nodding for me to go over there. “Special delivery.”
He hands me the phone, earbuds, and a charger, and I nod my thanks.
“Can you try to text my sister?” Lorenzo asks.
“Yeah.”
He types in her number and hits Send, but after several seconds, the message bubble switches from blue to green.
“Her phone is off.”
“Fuck!” he barks. “I need to get out of here. What if he’s done something to her?”
“We’ll handle it,” I promise him.
I shoot a text to Dominick, voicing it so Lorenzo can hear and because it’s always easier. Hey, Lorenzo is in here with me for bribing an official. Both of us got denied bail. I need you to do a couple of things for me: Look into Michael. I think he’s been compromised. And get Daniella away from her husband.
“Do you know where they’re living?” I ask Lorenzo.
He shakes his head. “She said it was in North Harbor Point, but I didn’t get the specifics.”
Dominick: Daniella is married?
Me: You’ve been a little busy breeding. I must’ve forgotten to mention that.
Dominick: Glad to know you still have your humor behind bars.
Me: She married a Henry Thomas, but Eddy said he’s using a fake name, so we have no idea who this guy is or what he’s up to. I think he might be behind our arrests.
Dominick: On it.
I glance up at Lorenzo. “Dominick is taking care of it.”
Dominick: We have a problem. I figured out where Daniella is living, but when we got there, no one was there. Their shit is there, and I posted a guy to keep a lookout, but he hasn’t seen any movement from them.
Fuck! This isn’t good.
“Is there anywhere else your sister might be?” I ask Lorenzo. “Dominick found their house, but neither of them has shown up.”
We’re in the gym, working out, since there’s nothing else to do. It’s been twenty-four hours, and we’re no closer to getting out of this shithole. I was waiting to hear from Dominick, but this isn’t the news I was hoping for.
“I don’t know,” Lorenzo says. “She hasn’t been here in years. Henry mentioned having family in Harbor Point, but since we don’t know who he really is, I don’t know what’s true or not.”
Me: We need to find out who this guy is. Have Eddy shut the house down in case there are any cameras and see if Henry left anything revealing his identity.
Dominick: Got it.
Next, I send a message to Ian. He’s been working the streets with me for years, and he knows everything about everyone.
Me: I need you to get a location on Daniella Russo, Lorenzo’s sister. Just moved to North Harbor Point with Henry Thomas. If you find them, make sure she’s secure and take out the garbage.
Ian: On it.
8
Daniella
“You can’t do this!” I shout, kicking and screaming as I’m pulled out of a vehicle and dragged onto what feels like a sidewalk.
“I can, and I am,” Henry says. “And the sooner you cooperate, the easier it will be on both you and your brother. I’ve put too much effort into this plan for you to fuck it up.”
He allows me a moment to get to my feet, and then he guides me somewhere, until I step over what I’m assuming is the threshold and into a house.
“What plan?” I ask, hoping to get some information out of him that can help me figure out what is going on.
I don’t know how long we drove for, but it didn’t feel long enough for us to be out of the city. Or if we are, it’s probably close by.
“To destroy your family’s company,” he says, pulling the bag off my head. Before I can ask any questions or even get a good look at where we are, he shoves me into a room. “I have shit to do. So, stay here and be quiet, and if you’re lucky, I’ll feed you later.”