I don’t, but I don’t go after Sal again either.

“All of you need to stop. Marisol’s gone,” Gia says.

My mind screeches to a halt.

I spin. “What the fuck?”

“I will shoot you, Dino, if you don’t calm the fuck down,” Gia says softly. “Try that fucking sentence again.”

My chest wheezes, the air barely making it through the tightness in my throat. “What. Did. You. Say,” I grunt.

“Marisol’s gone,” she repeats.

My eyes narrow.

“What did you do?”

After another thirty minutes of conversation and a look at the security footage, I’m still convinced Gia did something.

Sal can tell.

He rolls the footage back. “Look, Dino. You have to look.”

I don’t want to look, so I stare into the corner.

Sal sighs, and I flick my attention back to the screen. He points to it. “Brother, she came in and talked to the girls,” the camera cuts to a new angle of the hallways. “She walked down here,” he points, “and then here,” the camera cuts again, to the outside. “She walked there.”

Meaning, down the driveway.

To where a man wearing all black stands at the end.

I narrow my eyes and glare at Elio. “Your guys didn’t get that one?”

“Some of them are dead. Some of them do not remember,” Elio mutters.

I can see that he’s clenching his jaw.

Moretti must have done a number on them.

Fucking useless. That’s what they are.

The thought of her with that motherfucker…

“She asked us to take care of the girls,” Gia says softly.

My head whips around. “The fuck are you talking about?”

“Before she left. Marisol asked us to watch the girls. I think her plan is to let herself go back to Benicio, and then in exchange, he’s supposed to release her mother, the girls’ grandmother. Once the grandmother is safely back in Florida, Marisol wants the girls to go live with her.”

Rage darkens my tone. “They wouldn’t live with their fucking father?”

Gia’s face hardens. “They don’t know that they have a father, Dino.”

Something inside of me cracks. “They know about me.”

“Marisol didn’t tell them that you’re they’re father.”

My mouth opens.