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)
“Fuck!” I punch the air. “I’m pulling up her location now.”
I send it to Bosco, another one of my men, who’s sitting in the front seat, and he puts it on the screen so Scotty knows where to go.
“I think it’s taking her to the port,” Scotty notes.
I watch the dot for a few seconds and then tell Ian I’ll call him right back. If her phone is moving, maybe it’s all a misunderstanding, and she has her phone on her and is okay.
It rings once, twice, and then the call connects.
“Dani,” I breathe. “Where are you? I—”
“Sorry,” a weird, robotic-sounding voice comes over the line—a voice distorter. “Dani can’t come to the phone right now. She’s a little … tied up at the moment.”
“If you fucking—”
“What?” the voice says with a maniacal laugh. “Touch her? What are you going to do? Did you do anything when I set your warehouse on fire last year? How about when I ransacked all the businesses in South Harbor Point that were under your protection? Or when I had you arrested for money laundering?”
Another laugh, and a chill races down my spine.
“What did you do when I had your little gym shut down? Not a damn thing. And I’m only getting started. I tried to do this the easy way. I gave you plenty of warnings, but you didn’t listen. You and your family think you’re invincible, but you’re not, and now, I’m done playing games.” A cackle comes through the line. “Or maybe I’ve only just begun.”
“What do you want?” I ask calmly, not wanting to piss off whoever this is until I have Dani safe and away from this person. Then, it’s game on.
“I want what’s owed to my family.”
“And what’s that?” I bite out, feeling like I’m playing a horrible game of whack-a-mole.
First Anthony, then Enrique. Now whoever the fuck this is. Every time we whack a fucker, another one pops up.
“Harbor Point.”
A mirthless chuckle bursts from my lips before I can stop it. “I can’t give you an entire fucking city.”
“Oh, you will,” the voice says slowly. “Or I’ll dismantle your world, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left for you here. Give me Harbor Point, or I’ll be forced to take it.”
The phone call cuts off, and I slam my fist into the door. Someone is gunning for us, and if they’re telling the truth and they did everything they listed, they’re fucking cunning. And whoever they are, they don’t want us to know because they used a voice distorter, which means it could literally be anyone.
“They’ve stopped at the port,” Scotty says.
“We have men working there,” I point out, dialing Francis’s number—he’s the nighttime port manager.
“Sir, I was just about to call you,” he says. “The electricity went out, and the backup generator isn’t working. I don’t know what’s going on. I just did a check a couple of weeks ago.”
I shake my head because I know exactly what’s going on.
“I’ll be there soon. Stay where you are, and if you notice anything suspicious, don’t react.”
I don’t know what this person is capable of, and while the men at the port are damn good workers, I’m not about to put Dani’s life in their hands.
I text my brother to let him know shit’s going down and I’ll explain once I can, but not to do anything unless I give him the green light.
We pull up to the port, and since the electricity is out, it’s pitch-black. The fence is partially opened, either from someone manually opening it or it was in the middle of opening or closing when the electricity went out.
“She’s somewhere near the warehouse,” I say as Scotty pulls up to the side and parks. “The priority is Dani.”
While I’d like to catch whoever the fuck is doing this, my main goal is to get Dani back alive.
I glance at Lucian, hating that he’s part of this, but glad he got in the SUV with me so I know he’s safe from whatever is going down at The Underground.
“Stay here.”
I love the man like the father I never had, and I’m not risking his life.
“Matteo …” he hisses, but I shake my head, refusing to let him finish his thought.
He wants to help me get my woman back. And I appreciate that more than he’ll ever know. But while he’s one of the best fighters I’ve ever faced, I’ve never even seen him hold a gun. And I don’t need to be looking out for him while my focus needs to be on getting Dani back.
Scotty leaves the vehicle running, and we get out quietly, going in separate directions since we have no idea what to expect. My men have been trained for shit like this, but every time, it’s something different, and you can’t predict what’s going to happen.