Page 64 of Nanny for the Don

“What happened?” My voice is low, dangerous. Every muscle in my body tenses as I wait for her explanation.

“We were with the girls, feeding ducks in the park. Some guy came up to us—said something happened to you. He told Willow it was an emergency, and she went with him. She sent the girls home with me.”

My blood boils. Every word she says cranks the rage tighter and tighter inside me, burning like fire. “The girls?” I ask, barely controlling the fury in my voice.

“They’re safe. He didn’t touch them,” Kendall says, her voice shaking.

I clench my jaw, the rage seething inside. Some piece of shit has Willow, and he’ll pay for it with his life.

"Do you know who this guy was?" I growl, already forming a list of who’s going to die.

“He said his name was Enzo, but that could be a lie.”

I don’t say another word. I hang up, my mind already going dark with thoughts of vengeance.

I spot Sal wrapping up his call, and I stride over, my fury barely contained. “Willow’s missing,” I say, my voice sharp as a knife.

Sal’s eyes widen, rage flickering across his face. “Fuck, Nico. I—damn it. This is on me. I screwed up letting Jack get away.”

I shake my head, shutting that down. “We don’t have time for that now. What matters is figuring out who the fuck took Willow. And I’m damn sure Jack’s involved. It all fits.”

Sal grits his teeth, fists clenched. “What’s the play?”

“We’re going to the Bronx,” I say, the words cold and final. “Get four of our heaviest hitters—no more fuckups. This ends now.”

Sal nods, already pulling out his phone again. “I’ll have the guys ready in ten.”

I don’t bother waiting for a response, already moving. My mind is set, focused. Jack Swinson made this personal, and now I’m going to end him.

This is bigger than business. Bigger than revenge. Willow’s involved now, and whoever thought they could touch what’smine is about to learn a painful lesson.

Sal finishes his call and nods at me. “They’ll meet us in the Bronx. We’re bringing everything we’ve got.”

“Good. We’ll finish this once and for all.”

Chapter 32

Willow

I’m in a total daze as we drive. My mind’s racing, but all I can think about is the girls.

God, I hope they made it home safe.

And the baby—I can’t help but worry about what this stress is doing to the tiny life inside me. My hands instinctively go to my stomach, trying to calm the fear bubbling up.

We’re heading into Queens now, the streets unfamiliar, and nothing about this feels right. I glance at the driver, asking a question as if he’ll answer me.“Where are you taking me?”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snaps, not even bothering to look at me.

My stomach tightens with dread. We finally pull up to a rundown townhouse in a sketchy part of the Bronx. The neighborhood’s rough, graffiti on every wall, the place looking like it’s barely standing.

Enzo parks, gets out, and comes around to open the door. But I don’t wait for him to grab me. The second that door opens, I lunge forward and slam my forehead into his face, hard.

“Fuck!” he yells, stumbling back, clutching his nose.

I bolt out of the car, running as fast as I can. My feet hit the pavement, and I don’t even know where I’m going, but it doesn’t matter. I just need to get away. Luckily, there isn’t as much snow as there was at Nico’s.

I’m running as hard as I can, but it’s tough with my wrists bound. My breath’s ragged, heart pounding like it’s about to burst out of my chest. I keep pushing, legs burning, turning the corner with a sliver of hope that I might actually get away.

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