Page 406 of Savage Bosses

"Her family won't tell us where she went," his mother admitted, her voice shaky. "They just said she's gone."

Gone!Bryceson's heart clenched at the news. Panic and anger whirled within him. He ignored the pain and pushed himself upright on the workout bench, his jaw set in determination.

"I have to find her."

"Please, don't," his mother pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. "You're not well enough yet."

"I’ve got to see her, Mom," he grunted, swinging his legs over the side of the bench.

His vision swam momentarily, but he steadied himself with a deep breath. The pain meds often made him dizzy. Now that he thought about it, his family was probably giving him this medicine to keep him lethargic and unable to leave the house. It was only given to him after his rehab routines.Shit. Why was he just now realizing that?

"Gotta make things right," Bryce said as he tried to stand up. It was still a struggle to walk like a normal person. He’d hate for others to see him limp. But, he had to see Tati.

"Your father wants…" his mother started.

"Fuck what Dad wants!" Bryceson snapped, surprising even himself with the venom in his voice. But the memory of his father's actions in Italy replayed in his mind, fueling his rage. "Sorry for cursing, mom. But this is all his fault. I wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for him.”

His mom nodded. “I know, sweetheart.

“I need to find Tati and make sure she's safe."

“I’m sure she’s safe, son.”

“I need to see it for myself.”

His mother bit her lower lip, tears streaming down her cheeks. “There are guards outside the house. You won’t be able to leave. Not right now. Not until you’re better.”

“W-what?” Bryce asked, frowning. “I’m being locked in here?”

“Just for now. Just until you’re better. Once you’re better, I’ll order them to leave myself. And I’ll get you a new phone. Then you can call whoever you want. Just get well, son.”

“Where is dad?” Bryceson growled.

“In his study.”

Bryceson's fingers curled into tight fists as he hobbled out of the room and down the hallway, his leg throbbing with each step. The pain meds were kicking in. Soon, the pain would dim. But that wasn’t the case yet. Turning the corner, he headed toward his father’s study. When he entered the room, he didn’t waste time on pleasantries.

"Where the fuck is she?" he yelled, slamming his fist against his father’s desk.

"Watch your language, son." Patrick Cattaneo drawled, seated behind his large desk with a glass of bourbon in hand. His icy gaze met Bryceson's. “I see you’re up and moving better. Good. I’m glad you’re better. But you still need to show some respect when you speak to me.”

"Respect?" Bryceson scoffed, his voice shaking with rage. "You want me to show respect after what you did in Italy? You dragged me into your bullshit feud, and now Tati's gone! Where is she, Dad?"

Patrick took a slow sip of his drink, his expression unreadable. "I don't know where she is, Bryce. And frankly, I don't care."

"Of course, you don't," Bryceson snapped, his vision blurring with unshed tears. "All you care about is getting your revenge and dragging our family name through the mud!"

"Enough!" Patrick barked, slamming his glass down on the desk, causing the brown liquid to slosh over the rim. "You have no idea what you're talking about, boy. This isn't just about me – it's about our family, our legacy. We can't let the Greccos win. We must reclaim our place in this world. I’m not done with those fuckers yet."

“Why the Greccos, dad?”

“They're part of the reason our family fell years ago. Because of them, our legacy was ruined.”

"Legacy?" Bryceson spat. "What legacy? The bloodshed? The violence? I don't want any part of it!"

"Whether you like it or not, this is your life," Patrick growled, his face a mask of fury. "You can't escape it. And if Tatianna has disappeared, then maybe she's finally realized that too."

Those words were like a slap to his face.

---