Page 73 of Passion and Revenge

“Two kidnappings this year. You’re really Father of the Year.”

“They’re going to hurt her.”

“And why are you coming to me?” I force a chuckle. “Do you realize this call alone can put you in jail for a very long time? Law-abiding prosecutors don’t call the big, bad monster to ask for help. You’re supposed to run to the cops. I don’t see how your daughter is my problem.”

“Because you’re the only one who can save her.” His voice shakes, and in normal circumstances, I’ll gloat about the great Ivan D’Addario swallowing his pride and practically falling to his knees before me.

But I can’t think past the fact that Sienna’s hurt. She’s in trouble. I should never have let her go.

“I’ll do anything you want, Mancini,” he rasps.

“Hmmm,” I say, a rush of anger rising to the surface. “And what can a man like me possibly want from a man like you?”

His pause is long and defeated. “She’s a good girl. She doesn’t deserve to be entangled in this world.”

Well, it’s too late for that.

“The cops will take too much time and attract too much attention. I don’t want to tip these bastards off. I just want my baby back home,” he pleads. “I don’t want them behind bars, able to slip away from the holes in the law and then come back for their revenge. I want them gone. Forever.”

Without responding, I hang up, and then I hurl the glass in my hands across the room and watch as it shatters against the wall and rains down in a flood of broken pieces.

My chest rises and falls with harsh breaths, and I slice my gaze to the door when Maurizio appears with his gun drawn. He glances from the broken glass to me.

“Boss.” He starts to take a step forward.

“Don’t,” I order in a low voice. Nobody is allowed to step a foot into this room. A room that has become a shrine to my short-lived time with Sienna.

“Get Cassell on the phone.” I grab my jacket off the back of the chair and then my gun. “Tell him I want Sienna D’Addario found within the hour if he wants to keep his head attached to his spine.”

I’m a fool for not keeping an eye on her after I let her go. I wanted to sever all ties so it would be easier to live out the rest of my life, and yet all I did was sit in her room and mope.

Well, I’m done moping now.

My blood thrums, half in anticipation of getting my hands on the fool who has her and the other half at seeing her again.

CHAPTER 24

Sienna

“Get your hands off me, you ass-wipe,” I snap as Salvadore’s hands cup my jaw in a surprisingly tender gesture.

I shiver in revulsion at the feel of his hands on my body. There’s only one man I ever want touching me. Too bad I may never get to feel his touch again.

“When did you get such a dirty mouth?” This close, I can see the frown on his face.

“About the same time you started snatching women off the streets,” I retort.

He squats until we’re at eye level. “Believe it or not, this is the first time I’ve had to do this. I normally don’t do the grunt work. We leave that to people like Mikael.”

I’m guessing Mikael is the partner who held the knife to my throat. I really wish I got the chance to douse them in pepper spray.

“What’s going on? Why am I here?” I glare at him.

He sighs and then rises to his full height, looming over me. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

I shudder. There’s just something particularly horrifying about being called a pet name while you’re tied up, bleeding, and at the mercy of your ex-boyfriend.

“Too late for that,” I sneer.

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