Page 40 of Wicked Heiress

Chapter Twenty-Two

COLE

I woke up to my cell phone ringing and rolled onto my side to grab it from the nightstand. Drake never called this late unless it was an emergency. Either that or he made another breakthrough with one of his inventions.

“Cole,” Drake bit out before I could say hello. “It’s Alex. Her mom kidnapped her from the Salvatore Estate.”

I shot straight up from the mattress as if it were made of fire ants and flicked on the lamp beside the bed.

Alex hadn’t contacted her parents since her grandfather adopted her. She wasn’t always a Wellington. The Queen of the Devil’s Knights was born Alexandrea Fox and didn’t come to Devil’s Creek until six years ago.

Drake sighed. “Her fucking mom. Can you believe this shit?”

I stepped into my boxer briefs. “How did she find her?”

“The Salvatore brothers think Savanna Fox made a copy of the skeleton key before Carl Wellington exiled her from Devil’s Creek.”

All five founding families could easily access everything from The Devil’s Knights’ temple to the last house on Founders Way with one key. Of course, we would never invade each other’s privacy without reason, but Savanna wasn’t a founder anymore and wanted revenge for losing everything.

“Vanderbilt, get up!” I shouted.

Grace turned over, her naked body wrapped in a sheet, and rubbed her eyes. “What’s going on?”

I told Rhys and Grace about Alex’s kidnapping. Rhys was out of bed and grabbed her clothes from the floor. He helped her tie the bikini top back into place before lowering the tank top over her head.

I put Drake on speaker and pulled on a shirt. “Do you have any leads on Alex?”

“We’re tracking the chip in her engagement ring,” Drake said, moving away from a group of men talking in the background. “She’s on her way to the Il Circo auction.”

“Alex is engaged?” I asked. “To which brother?”

“All of them,” Drake said. “I’ll explain later.”

The Salvatore diamond had a tracking chip and was worn by their mother before her death fifteen years ago.

“Sonny is on his way,” Drake told me. “He should be there any minute.”

“Is Alex’s mom working with the Russians?” I asked Drake.

“No. The Sicilian Mafia.”

“The Sicilians?” My eyebrows rose in surprise. “The Salvatore brothers’ uncle is involved in Alex’s kidnapping?”

Lorenzo Basile was a dangerous Sicilian Mafia boss and an ally of The Devil’s Knights, or so we thought. We’d been working with them for years on shipments of illegal merchandise.

Drake groaned in frustration. “This is another distraction. The real target isn’t Alex. I’m telling you, Cole. No one will listen to me, not even the Salvatore brothers. They only see what they want to see.”

I had been thinking about what Drake said earlier in the summer. He believed The Knights were chasing other leads so The Lucaya Group could steal his tech.

“Sonny is outside,” Drake said. “I’ll see you soon.”

Thankfully, the safe house had clothes in my size. My shirt was hardened by Rhys and my cum. My shorts were also stained with dirt and sweat. So I dressed in sweats and a black, long-sleeve Under Armour shirt.

Grace wore the same outfit from earlier, and so did Rhys.

“Give back her bikini bottoms.”

Rhys got on his knees and tied the bathing suit into place. He kissed her pussy over the fabric, shoved the black skirt down her thighs, and looked at me. “Happy, Marshall?”

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