Page 112 of The Devil's Deal

I gesture with a hand, indicating that we’re moving in.

Roger pulls out a small, thin screwdriver and begins to pick the lock. Five seconds later, I’m opening the door, gun in hand, walking inside with the rest of the team behind me.

They all take their positions, two at the front, my brothers and Roger going up the stairs with me.

Our boots thud against the wooden steps, and once we reach the hallway, we find it quiet.

Too quiet.

They aren’t here, Dante mouths behind me.

And I have an eerie suspicion that he’s right. How is that possible if they were here only thirty minutes ago? How did they know we’d be here? Someone had to have tipped them off.

“Check in every room,” I demand.

They do as they’re told, running into every room in the house.

“Not a damn person here, Dom,” Enzo shouts from across the hall. “They fucking knew. Who the hell told them?”

I push open the door to another room, finding it empty too. As I rush inside, I notice a note on the bed, written in red. Lifting it up, I read it.

I know she told you I’d be here, but it was a test my darling daughter failed. You’ll always be a step behind, Cavaleri. Tell Chiara she’s as good as dead. I have no use for her now.

I ball the paper in my hand, clutching it as I growl, tossing it against the wall. Getting out my cell, I call Miles.

We have a mole. One of my men is compromised, that’s how Faro knew we’d be here. Miles is going to help me find out who the hell it is, and when I find do, I’ll string him up by his balls.

I dial Miles, but all it does is ring. I call again. No answer.

What the hell is going on?

Then it hits me.

Faro could be at the house right now.

I run out of the room, my heart pounding. He won’t take her from me. I can’t let that happen.

“We’ve gotta go!” I yell. “Now! They’re probably at the house.”

“Shit,” Enzo mutters as he and Dante take two steps down at a time, urging the men below to return to the van.

Once we’re all inside, Roger guns the engine, taking us on the road. It’s only a twenty-minute drive for normal people but I have no time to worry about cops. I make Roger drive as fast as he can.

I take out my cell and dial Leo’s number, who’s also stationed at the house. If he doesn’t pick up either, I know we’re in trouble.

“Boss.” His voice is calm, not like that of a man who’s busy battling.

“Is everything okay there? Did Faro or his men show up?”

“No, but we have a serious issue, and you don’t sound like you’re aware.”

My pulse slows to almost nothing.

“Aware of what?” I hiss.

“Chiara left, sir.” I instantly grow cold. “Miles said he called you.”

An invisible fist slams into my chest, my breaths stilling in my lungs.

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