Page 92 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

“Gio!” My voice cracked like a gunshot.

Heavy footsteps pounded down the stairs, and Giovanni barreled into the kitchen—soaking wet, towel barely clinging to his hips, water dripping onto the hardwood floor. No shoes. No shirt. Just raw, frantic energy rolling off him in waves.

“Where is she?” he demanded, eyes wild as he scanned the room. “D, where the fuck is she?! She’s scared. I can feel it.” His hands were trembling, the same terror I felt reflecting in his hazel eyes.

I was already moving toward the front door, mind racing through possibilities, each worse than the last. I yanked it open to find Niles, one of our enforcers, fist raised and ready to knock.

His eyes widened as he took in my expression. “Boss?”

“Where is she?” I demanded, my voice deadly calm despite the storm raging inside me. “Where’s Kit?”

Niles held his hands up, confusion clear on his face. “She was gonna call you—they had to rush Beretta to the vet. Fuck, man, I’m sorry. I just assumed—”

I stopped listening because something was wrong. Beretta had been fine a half hour ago. And if she was with Enzo, why was she so scared? Fear still pulsed through our bond, sharper now, making my Alpha absolutely lose his shit.

Unless...

No. It couldn’t be…

FUCK!

I turned to Gio, who was already coming to the same goddamn conclusion. “Pull the security and location feeds. Now.”

TOMMAS

I gripped the steering wheel of the Bugatti, trying to focus on the road instead of the argument I was having with Marco. The music blasted through the speakers, some EDM shit he insisted on playing every time we took his car.

“All I’m saying, Tommy, is that if you keep buying her all those books, you’re gonna run out of space to store them all. The new shelves are already full. Maybe we should get her an e-reader of some kind,” Marco said, gesturing with a spring roll he’d stolen from the bag.

This time, we’d bought triple our usual amount, wanting to make sure Kit had as many as she wanted.

“Dude, she loves books as much as I do,” I countered, taking the corner a little too fast. “We can definitely get her a Kindle so she has options, but she loves the feel and smell of a paperback in her hands. AndIlove seeing her happy. I can always add more shelves in another room.”

Marco was silent while he mulled that over, though that may have had to do with the spring roll he shoved in his mouth. “We could expand the library,” he suggested. “I know we just remodeled it, but we could knock down the wall between the library and the—”

A wave of panic slammed into me so hard I nearly lost control of the car.

Kit.

Pure terror flooded through our bond, stealing my breath and sending ice through my veins.

“Fuck!” I clutched the wheel, knuckles going white as I steadied the vehicle. Next to me, Marco had gone rigid, already reaching for his phone.

He was dialing before I could speak, his movements sharp and urgent. I could feel him vibrating with the same tension coursing through me, and it only got worse when she didn’t answer her cell. He immediately called Dimitri instead.

“Put me on speaker,” D snapped, low and dangerous. I hit the button as Marco held the phone between us.

“Don’t come back to the penthouse,” my brother continued, terrifyingly calm. “Enzo took her. It’s all over the security feed.”

Silence filled the car, broken only by our harsh breathing. The implications hit me like a bullet. Enzo. My best fucking friend.

That.Fucking. Traitor.

“Thank fuck for Gio’s foresight to add a tracker charm to her new bracelet. We’re tracking her location now.”

I could hear Gio cursing in the background.

“She’s in old Westin, Rocco’s territory, pinging in a warehouse near the docks,” Dimitri relayed. “We’re going after our girl.”

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