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Fuck. There was nothing Lukas could say to that.

Simon got closer to the camera so his face took up Lukas’s entire screen. “That’s right Rinaldi, you’re going to have to choose: you or the woman.”

There was no choice for him. He would rather die than let them hurt Reina. Would gladly die to protect her. “I’m coming and we’ll talk. But you have to let her go. That’s the deal.”

“Agreed.”

“I have to get my keys.” Keeping the camera tight on him so Simon couldn’t see much else around him, he walked to the small desk in the corner of the room. He grabbed a pen and wrote the address on a scrap piece of paper.

Call my brothers. Now. Clean slate.

Still keeping the screen view limited, he pushed the piece of paper into Peter’s chest as he walked by, praying the man was sober enough to understand and get his brothers.

At least he now knew what Reina had been doing in the server room. Trying to prove that Peter was up to something. Little brainiac still should have told him, even if she wasn’t sure if it was true or not. But he was willing to forgive everything if Peter could get word to the rest of his family now and help get Reina home safe.

He got into his car and sped away toward the address Simon had given him. He wanted to demand to talk to Reina but knew the more he let on how much she meant to him, the more danger her life was in.

“What kind of car are you in, Rinaldi?” Simon asked from where Lukas had thrown the phone on the passenger seat. “A fast one I hope. Miss Torres has really pretty, unblemished skin. Don’t you think?” He heard Reina cry out. “Ooops, I think I just cut her a little.”

Lukas didn’t take his eyes off the road as he hit the gas harder.

Fuck.

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