Page 75 of Passion and Revenge

From the information Ivan emailed to me, he only started working on the Hendrix case about five months ago. Definitely not enough time for them to locate Sienna.

Which means…

“Someone close to her gave out the info,” Cassell continues. “I am eighty-five percent sure it was the ex-boyfriend.”

I jolt. What ex-boyfriend?

“Who?” I snarl.

“Uh, I mean—” he stammers. “Her relationship with Salvadore Bianci only ended about a year ago. I sent you a report about him two months ago.”

And I never looked at it because I was too busy fucking Sienna into every flat and sometimes not-so-flat surface I could find.

My eyes narrow. “Carry on.”

He clears his throat. “I looked into Salvadore, and it turns out he received a bulk pay of three million dollars a week ago into an offshore account. He has also been getting multiple payments throughout the years.”

“So the dirty ex-boyfriend cop has her?” I grit my teeth.

“Yes,” he replies, and I hear the clacking sound of typing. “Specifically, in the underground parking lot of one of Hendrix’s abandoned building projects. I’m sending you the location and a general layout of the building right now.”

I hang up and toss the phone back to Maurizio. “I’m going to go get her.”

“I’m coming with you, boss.”

“No, you’re not,” I tell him firmly. “You’re staying right here and supervising the transport of the product that’s coming in.”

Shaking his head, he draws himself up. “I’m going to have to disobey a clear order, boss.”

I step forward and wait for him to flinch, but his gaze hardens. After a brief moment, I shake my head at him. “Fine, but Salvadore is mine.”

With that warning, I storm out of the room and the house, holding the fringes of my self-control by a thread.

“You drive,” I tell Maurizio because with the fury roaring through me, I’m not sure I won’t crash the car and destroy my chance to save Sienna and beat that fucking cop to a pulp.

The car feels like it’s crawling by, but in reality, Maurizio is breaking all the traffic rules, and the only way he can go faster is if the car grows wings and takes off. That fact does nothing to stop me from clenching my jaw and wanting to toss him out of the car because he hasn’t gotten us there yet.

After what feels like an eternity later, the Porsche comes to a stop in front of a dilapidated building. I step out of the car and look up at it.

I’m coming, baby.

“Shoot to kill. Everybody except Salvadore,” I order Maurizio, and he nods.

Together, we creep toward the building and through the revolving front doors that deliver us into a trashed reception area.

I draw my gun and motion him to take the opposite hallway. He pulls out his Glock and screws on a silencer before sneaking away, silent despite his size.

Wary of my surroundings, I continue down the broken tiles of the hallway. There’s an elevator at the end of the path, but I don’t trust the unstable electricity in the building, so I continue to the door of the stairwell.

I push it open and wait a moment after the loud creaking sound. When I don’t detect anybody approaching, I continue down, hurrying down the dark stairs to the belly of the building. It has two floors underground, and the first one turns out to be completely empty.

“Nothing, boss,” Maurizio confirms when we meet up in the middle of the lot.

I motion to the path leading down, and we take it.

Suddenly, a man in a sleeveless denim jacket appears from around a corner. “Hey, you can’t?—”

My bullet through his mouth silences him, but it’s too loud in the echoing space, and within seconds, we have armed men rushing toward us.

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