Page 53 of Charity's Redemption

His brows pinched together as he stared at his phone, using his fingers to pinch and zoom. “That’s weird.”

“What? Where is she, Max? I don’t have time for this roundabout bullshit.”

He turned his screen towards me, showing me a map with her dot in the center. “Why the fuck is she on that side of town?”

Max shook his head. “I don’t know, but it says she’s been there since yesterday afternoon.”

“Get dressed, we’re leaving in ten minutes.”

I turned on my heel and walked out the door.

“What about Nico?” he hollered as I rushed down my hall towards my room.

I dialed Vito and placed the phone to my ear.

“Boss?”

“I’m sending you an address. Meet us there in thirty minutes,” I said, then hung up.

It took nearly thirty to forty-five minutes to reach any part of this city, given the time of day. This early in the morning, there wouldn’t be morning rush hour.

I picked up my gun and placed it in my holster, then two more rounds and put them in my pocket.

If I find her hiding out and right as rain, there were no words for what I’d do to her. My chest ached as my anger bled into worry.

What if she was hurt?

What was she doing there in the first place, though?

Why didn’t she return my calls before she got to that house?

I walked back into the hall, Max joining me at the same time I hit the stairs.

“Vito’s on his way to the house.”

“I’m sure she’s fine. She’s probably working on the senator thing.”

I turned towards him before entering the garage and put my finger on his chest. “You and I both know that’s not true.”

There was something inside me that hoped it wasn’t true. That she didn’t put me through this for nothing, but then wouldn’t it be better if she did? The alternative meant she was in jeopardy, and for the last twenty-four hours, anything could’ve happened to her.

“I’m just saying to think about it. Don’t go in there, guns blazing and pissed off at her.”

I shook my head. “Where has your intuition gone? Were you not the one upset when she wouldn’t answer her phone before Mexico? And look how that turned out. Someone had a piano wire wrapped around her neck and nearly killed her.”

His face turned sour as he frowned with probably the same images that assaulted me as I thought of that moment. I walked towards my Maserati, noticing the Challenger Demon sitting in my garage.

“When did you get a new car?”

“Few days ago.”

Shows how much I’ve been paying attention. “Hmm.”

The blacked-out windows and hood scoop reminded me of my teen years when I’d had a slight moment of rebellion while also being groomed for the position I currently held. I shook away the memory and climbed into my car. There was no time for a trip down memory lane.

Max sat in the passenger and buckled. “Did you call Nico?”

“No. It’s just you, me, and Vito on this one.”

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