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No.

I can’t leave her alone in this.

“Don’t you fucking d—”

Chapter Forty-Two

Luca

Present

Two days ago, when my brother and his girl were late getting to our dad’s, we figured this would be the new norm since they’re a new couple and all that.

Or old couple?

Rekindled?

Oh, who the fuck cares, that’s not the point right now.

The point is that after we realized no one could reach them, knowing that there was no way in hell they would miss the chance to meet their niece, we figured something must have happened to them. That whoever has been fucking with them must have finally caught up to them.

And that they did.

Izzy reviewed the footage on the city’s traffic cameras, following them to find they were ran off the road and loaded into the back of a van. We couldn’t see their injuries on the camera, but they both seemed to be unconscious.

Needless to say, we’ve been using the entire power of our organization—along with O’Brien’s—to try and track them down. We contacted Finn as soon as we found out what happened, and after a long stream of curses, he told us to do everything we could on our side of things while he used his connections within the other organizations to find out everything he could. Now we’re about to sit down with him to get an update, fully anticipating the blame of this shitstorm since his sister was under Romano protection when she was taken.

One of our men leads Finn and his second in command into my father’s office and closes the door behind him, leaving him to stare at each of us. The last time we had a meeting, we had it here because he was bringing Sloane with him. This time it’s because one day we’ll be calling each other family so we might as well go all out.

Christ, this is so fucking weird.

“What did you find?” my father asks, not fucking around. Finn grunts before taking a seat on the sofa opposite us, his friend following in his footsteps like a little lost puppy. The guy is a fucking tank, a complete contrast to Finn’s slim build.

“Not a lot,” Finn mutters before gesturing towards Izzy, who’s sitting in the corner of the room. I swear, if this asshole looks at my wife for even a second too long, I won’t hesitate to decapitate him—new addition to the family or not. “I do have a gut feeling about something, though. Can I see the recording of them being taken? It was just the one guy?” he asks and takes a folded picture from his pocket, opening it up and placing it on the table between us.

Me and my dad lean forward to take a look. My father must recognize the guy in the picture because he makes a humming noise in the back of his throat and says, “You think it’s your uncle?”

“You know him?” Finn asks, visibly shocked, and my dad nods.

“Yeah, I’m the reason he was kicked out of your family.”

So if my dad is the reason, then he probably blames us…

Izzy comes over and takes the picture from the table before returning to her spot in the corner, completely ignoring Finn’s request of looking at the footage.

“You think he knows that?” Enzo adds from where he’s been standing near the door on his phone. He’s barely put it down in the last two days, constantly watching Robyn and Lilliana on the cameras he has installed around his place.

I don’t blame him, if I’m honest. If Izzy wasn’t here with me, I’d be doing the same thing.

Enzo decided to put his wife and newborn daughter on lock down in their home—guarded by an ungodly amount of our men and with Beatrice there to help her with Lilliana, since she basically helped raise us—just in case this guy decides to go after them. And while he is focused on finding our brother, his own family is also his priority.

Just like Izzy is mine.

And just like Sloane is Marco’s.

I still can’t believe that my younger brother had been in love with the girl for years and I had no idea. I honestly thought he was just a surly asshole by default, and it fucking kills me to know that I wasn’t there for him when he needed me. It hurt when I found out that he’d kept something so important from me for so long, but I guess I can’t really blame him. I was a different man back then, before I met Izzy, and I can’t say I’m certain I would have understood.

“I don’t know, I was young when everything went down. Too young to really remember much about him.”

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