Page 79 of Petrichor

“So how did he—?” My curse cuts him off.

“Now he’s calling.”

Seb nods, and I answer, putting him on speaker. “What a coincidence, we have a lot of questions for you.”

“Later. Am I talking to Marco ‘the Asshole’ Moretti?”

“Yes, you fucki?—”

He interrupts my insult. “By now you must have realized what a huge mistake you’ve made, if not, slam your head against a wall to wake up the sloth inside your head. Because we have no time. Fly is in trouble.”

My body turns stiff.

“And it’s all your fault,” he adds.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Where is he?” If he hurt him, I’ll make him fucking cry and bleed a river.

“At one of my old man’s safe houses.” He gives me the address.

Seb grabs his phone and orders Luca to check it and try Fly’s phone.

“How do you know?” I growl menacingly.

“Don’t overwork your tiny brain. I didn’t do it.”

“Who took him? What is going on?” I’m losing my fucking patience as I feel panic growing inside my chest. Could it be true? Is Fly really in danger?

“I don’t know. But I know what that house is used for, and it’s not fucking good.”

I grit my teeth against the different emotions twisting inside of me.

“How do I know this isn’t a trap?” I ask.

“It’s not. Bring a platoon, a tank, a dragon. Burn everything down for all I care, but get Fly out immediately.” He sounds almost as panicked as me.

“What is it that you really want?” Seb questions him.

“I want you all to listen to me very carefully. Fly didn’t know who I was until you told him and paranoidly accused him of what? Spying? Trying to kill you all? And how would he do that with custom lingerie and his tight hole?”

Murderous thoughts fill my mind as an image of Arturo and Fly intimately together pops into my head.

“We are just friends, asshole,” Arturo responds to my angry growl. “Look, I think you’re an asshole and that my friend could do much better. But he needs you. I wouldn’t be calling you if I didn’t think Fly was in real danger.”

“Fly's phone is off and the address is of a house in the suburbs owned by an offshore company,” Luca lets us know.

“It’s one of my brother Mario’s companies,” Arturo states. Fuuuuck! A chill rushes through my body as my palms turn clammy. I don’t want that sadistic fuck near Fly.

I grab my Glock, Fly’s knife, and my jacket and move to the door. I have more weapons in the trunk of my car.

“I’ll stall as much as I can. But hurry. If he’s there…. You have no idea what he’s capable of.” Arturo ends the call before I can ask him why Mario took Fly.

“I’ll see what I can find out about that house. Who comes and goes.” Seb says.

I’ll clip everybody in there just for thinking they could take what’s mine.I yank the door open and hurry to the elevator, followed by Carlo.

Seb stops halfway. “Filippo and Brian are on their way with Santo and Jeff. Do you need more?”

I shake my head, and as the doors of the elevator close, I hear him say, “Go get him.”

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