Page 82 of The Devil's Secret

“I’m going to fucking kill everyone who’s still alive. Whether they personally laid a damn finger on you or not, they’re fucking dead.”

“I know you’re upset, but I have to go to that address. I have to get my son.”

“Jade, they’re going to kill you as soon as you step foot there. You’ll never get Robby.”

An unbearable pain lodges into the back of my throat. “I can’t sit here and do nothing.”

“That’s not what I said. But you’re not going anywhere. We are.”

“What?”

There’s determination on his face as he retrieves a phone from his pocket.

“Who are you calling?”

“Enzo. He’s with Dante. I’m telling them what’s going on so we can go and get Robby, then kill those fucks once and for all.”

I grab his wrist. “What if that doesn’t work? What if they see you guys and kill my son?”

“They won’t.” A flick of a smile etches his mouth. “I’m going to get my nephew back, so I can tell him all about how I would torture his mom when we were kids.” Tears swim past my eyes.

“I’m not losing you again.” His brows tighten. “Trust me, okay?”

My shoulders drop. “Okay.”

I don’t have a choice now. Maybe Elliot is right. Agnelo wouldn’t hesitate to shoot me dead after killing my boy.

He dials a number. “Sir, listen, Jade was planning on running and—”

He pauses, listening to Enzo, whose voice I hear, but not what he’s saying.

“It’s a long story. I don’t have time to explain. But she got a note from Agnelo saying they’ll kill Robby if she doesn’t—

“What?” His gaze focuses on me intently. “Okay. No problem.”

“What is it?” I ask in alarm as he climbs to his feet.

“Talk to him as you follow me out to the Jeep.” He hands me the cell.

I quickly place the phone to my ear. “Enzo?”

“Baby? I got him. I’ve got Robby. We found him.”

I stop, my inhale locked in my lungs. The shock, it hits me right in the heart. I could barely hold the phone or walk, almost collapsing to the ground.

“He’s in the hospital. I just got here a minute ago,” Enzo continues. “I was about to call you when Elliot called me. He’ll take you to him.”

“Hospital? Wha-what’d they do to him?”

Elliot hooks an arm through mine, leading me to a car that’s already waiting. The doors open and he helps me inside.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with him yet,” Enzo says as the engine spurs to life. We roll out of the driveway and onto the street. “The woman I found him with said he’d been sick. His pulse had stopped for a few seconds, but—”

“Oh my God!” I gasp, the tears rolling down my cheeks, a weighty ache settling over my chest.

“He’ll be okay, baby. He’s with the doctors. You gotta believe he’ll come out of this.”

But I can’t.

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