Page 124 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“I want nothing from you, Lila. All I want is to send Andre a message, and when he eventually finds what’s left of your body, you will have fulfilled your purpose.”

“You’re a monster,” I spit. “I’ve done nothing to you.”

“Perhaps.” Lorenzo shrugs. “But Andre has. And he must learn that his actions have consequences.”

“He’ll kill you!”

“He can try.” Lorenzo chuckles. “But by the time he finds you, it’ll be too late. My time of fun will be over, and I’ll be long gone.”

He rises to his feet. “He will learn his lesson. I’ll crush him like the bug he is.” He reaches out a hand to pick up a strand of my hair. “But that is not a problem for you, my sweet, because by then, you’ll be dead.”

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ANDRE

The world stops turning as I kneel in the shattered glass.

Lila…

This is all my fault. I should have never let her out of my sight.

I failed.

I wasn’t able to keep her safe like I promised. And now Lorenzo has her, and time is running out.

“We’ll find her, Andre.” Marco rests a hand on my shoulder.

My fists clench, my knuckles turning white as I try to suppress my rage.

“I’m so sorry, Andre,” Rosa sobs from behind me.

I close my eyes, the sound of my sister's sobs grating on my nerves. “I told you to stay in the fucking car. Why can you never do as you are fucking told?”

“Andre—”

“Enough! You’ve done enough for tonight. Get back in the fucking car. Now!”

Her sobs intensify, but her running footsteps are moving away from me. Good.

I have to think through our next steps. Part of me wants to go after her, snap at Rosa for being so fucking irresponsible. This is exactly the sort of thing I was afraid of happening. Did she think I kept her locked in the house for fun?

I grind my teeth together as I try to think through a plan.

“Marco, get Kyle on the phone.” I climb to my feet, turning my back on the wreckage.

“What for?”

“We need something in our pocket to bargain with when we find Lorenzo.”

“Can’t we just kill him?” Marco frowns.

“It’s likely he’ll be keeping Lila somewhere separate and use her to bargain with us. We need to have something to offer in return if we have any chance of bringing her back alive.” My stomach churns at the thought that we might already be too late, but we can’t storm Lorenzo’s hideouts without having a plan, otherwise none of us will walk away from this alive.

“I want names, Marco. Anyone we could use who might be close to Lorenzo. I don’t care if it’s his fucking dog, get me something!”

“On it.” My brother pulls his phone out of his jacket pocket, dialing Kyle’s number.

I let out a breath and walk over to the Hummer where Rosa is seating with tears streaming down her face.

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