I hear footsteps behind me, and I turn sharply.
“Who is it?” I call. “Bunny? Is that you?” I ask, flashing my light into the darkness.
I get no answer. I turn around, and shivers run down my spine. I walk back toward my room, but I am grabbed and pushed against the wall. The phone in my hand falls and clatters to the other side of the room. Before I can make a sound, I feel a heavy blow over my head and then I know nothing but darkness.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Antonio
“Antonio! Wake up! Wake up!”
I open my eyes to see Bunny hovering over me.
I yawn wearily and turn to the side of the bed where Alyssa is supposed to be.
It is empty.
“Can you hear me?” Bunny says, looking down at me and holding a piece of paper.
I can’t make out his words, but he looks angry and desperate.
“Can you hear me? They took Alyssa!”
I bolt out of bed and snatch the paper from Antonio.
“Donatello, he took her, he’s taken her,” Bunny snaps. “How could I sleep through it?”
“Empty the account and bring it to me—or your whore dies. Love, Donatello.”
That is what the note says. On the back of it, there is an address, a familiar one. It’s the family warehouse. That is where he took her.
I stride past Bunny and walk into the room we share.
“Antonio,” he calls, following me.
I begin to rip my bandages off.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Bunny asks, grabbing my hands.
“I need to get her. I can’t go to the meeting looking like this.”
“So you’re giving him the money?” he asks.
“You said it yourself that he has Alyssa.”
“Shouldn’t we at least think of a plan?”
I snatch my hands away, rip the bandages from my shoulder, and slide on a shirt.
“I made a plan already. I meet Donatello, get his bank account information and wire him the money. Then I get her back.”
Bunny follows me to the truck, trying to be the voice of reason, but nothing he says makes me budge.
“Give me the keys,” I say to him. He stops and taps the back of the truck.
“Antonio!”
“The keys!” I snap.