Page 72 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

Marco sounds desperate. “She hasn’t come home from school.”

“Where the hell is Xander?” I reach into my pocket for the keys to my Mercedes. “He’s meant to be with her.”

“He dropped her off at school, and then I sent him on a few errands regarding Sergio.”

I tighten my grip on my phone, fighting the urge to launch it across the street.

“Why the fuck would you do that?”

“She had gone inside the fucking building, Andre. There’s no way in hell Lorenzo would storm in there and take her. She was safe.”

“Clearly, she fucking wasn’t!”

I ignore the concerned looks of bystanders as I unlock my car and climb into the driver's seat, pressing the ignition and letting the engine roar to life. “He is meant to be watching her at all times. Find someone else to do your dirty work. We have plenty of lackeys desperate to kiss your ass if it means getting in our good books.”

“I trusted Xander the most with this?—”

“Enough, Marco. If something has happened to Rosa, it’s on you, not Xander.” I let out a long breath. “So, what do we know?”

“Xander called when she didn’t show up at six, wondering if volleyball practice ran over, but the coach said she never showed. Apparently, you called up this morning and said she would be missing practice today.”

“I did what?” My fists clench around the wheel as I pull away from the curb.

“That’s what I thought…”

The screen on my dashboard flashes with an incoming call from Xander.

“Stay on the line, Marco.”

I push the button to answer the call, narrowly dodging a yellow cab. “Yes?”

“I’ve tracked Rosa’s phone to the Westchester mall, sir. I’m on my way ther?—”

“No, I’ll deal with this. Meet us back at the house.”

“Yes, sir.” Xander hangs up.

I click back through to Marco and grind my teeth as I realize what my sister has done.

“She’s at the fucking mall.”

“Of course, she is.” Marco chuckles.

“There is nothing remotely funny about this Marco.” I slam my hands down on the steering wheel.

“This was always going to happen, Andre. She’s fifteen, for Christ's sake, she wants to go out.”

“For once, can you not play devil's advocate here, Marco. Especially not when our fucking sister’s life is on the line!”

My brother lets out a sigh.

“Fine. Do you want me to go collect her?”

“No, I’m already on route. I’ll meet you back at the house.” I disconnect the call.

My hands are shaking the entire drive out of the city toward the Westchester Mall.

I send Rosa a text telling her to meet me outside in thirty minutes. The message comes back as read, but she doesn’t bother to reply.

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