Page 86 of My Best Friend's Dad

There was a pause, and then Ricci’s voice oozed with a dangerous sense of satisfaction. My hackles rose immediately.

“Jenna Michaels.”

My blood ran cold, and my heart stopped. Every muscle in my body tensed and rage coiled from the very pit of my bones. I nearly growled into the phone.

“What have you done with her?” I demanded, my voice trembling with barely contained fury.

If he was here in front of me, I’d rip his head from his neck with my bare hands.

Ricci chuckled, clearly enjoying this. “Ah, I see. So, she does mean something to you.” He paused, his next words dripping with menace. “You really should have been more honest with me, Jenna.”

I could hear Jenna’s muffled cries in the background, and it took everything in me not to lose control. I needed to keep a level head for her right now. Her life depended on it. If I made the wrong move, Ricci could kill her and then I’d never get her back.

“If you touch her, I swear I will kill you,” I snarled. “This is between you and me, Ricci. Let her go. I’m warning you. If you harm her, there will be nowhere on this earth you can hide from me. I will hunt you down and make you pay.”

Ricci’s laugh was cold and unfeeling. “I’d like to see you try.”

With that, the line went dead.

I stared at the phone, a mixture of fear and rage boiling inside me. I had to find her, and I had to do it fast.

I rushed back down into the basement, my mind already forming a plan. Tony was waiting for me, his expression grim.

“It’s Ricci,” I said, my voice tight with anger. “He has Jenna. We need to move now.”

“Fuck. What’s the plan?” Tony exclaimed, his concern written all over his face.

“Logan’s working on getting Ricci’s whereabouts,” I said, pulling out my phone and dialing Logan’s number. “But we don’t have time to wait. We need to hit Ricci where it hurts and make him show his hand.”

As the phone rang, I looked at Tony, determination hardening my resolve. “We’re going to end this once and for all.”

Tony nodded, his eyes cold and focused. “Let’s do it.”

When Logan picked up, I quickly filled him in on the situation. “Logan, we need everything you’ve got on Ricci’s current location. Right now.”

“Give me a few more minutes,” Logan replied, urgency in his voice. “I’ll get you the intel you need.”

I ended the call and I looked at Tony. “Get the men ready. We’re going in as soon as we have a location.”

After a few tense minutes, my phone buzzed again, and I quickly answered, seeing Logan’s name flash on the screen.

“Logan, tell me you have something,” I said quickly.

“I traced the number Ricci called from,” Logan said, his voice tense but steady. “It’s coming from a warehouse in the industrial district. 523 Carson Street. I’m sending you the coordinates now.”

My heart pounded as I memorized the address. “Got it. Thanks, Logan.”

“Be careful, Vincenzo,” Logan added. “Ricci’s not going to make this easy. He’s going to be expecting you.”

“I know,” I replied, my voice grim. “But he has no idea what’s coming for him. Stay by your phone. We might need backup.”

“Will do,” Logan said before hanging up.

I turned back to Tony. The look of fury on his face matched my own.

“523 Carson Street. Ricci’s holed up in a warehouse there. Call the men. Let’s move. Now.”

Tony and I stood at the edge of the industrial district, staring at the imposing warehouse. My mind raced with thoughts of my Jenna. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. Her life depended on me making all the right moves. I couldn’t be careless right now. I had to be smart.

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