Page 142 of The Dark Obsession

Well, it’s a burner so it makes sense that he wouldn’t keep any incriminating information on it in the first place. Or he’s been prepared for this exact situation to occur.

I manage to quickly sift the contacts for Raffaele’s number.He’s the one who Tyson has been talking to the most from what I overheard. So, it seems like the obvious choice since I don’t know much about Dante.

And honestly from what little I do know about him, I’m not sure I’m brave enough to meet the man behind those rumors.

It rings once before the man,my brother, picks up.

“R-raffaele?” I whisper, my voice trembling.

“Malory…” His deep, husky voice echoes from the speaker. “What happened?”

“It’s Tyson. T-they have him.” It takes everything in me not to burst into tears all over again.

“Who took him? Where are you right now?” He urges.

“My father’s men, t-they ambushed us at the Golden Gate Park, then dragged him away half-unconscious. I’m at my old house, my father’s still here.” I explain quickly, keeping my voice as low as possible.

“Good, we’re already in the air. I’m tracking this phone so we’ll get there in under an hour.”

“You’re on your way?” I breathe in confusion.

“Yeah. As soon as I got the signal, we boarded the jet.” He explains like it’s an everyday occurrence.

For him it probably is.

“T-the signal?”

“Tyson called and then immediately hung up about half an hour ago.”

Looking through the caller history I see it. Right around the time my father’s men interjected us, there’s a call that lasted a second.That’s genius.

“I don’t know where they took him, Rafe.” I cry, this time there’s no stopping the tears from spilling over.

“Stay put, I have it handled. We’ll get him back, Malory.” With that he hangs up, leaving me with nothing but hopelessness.

Some time later, I’m still crouched by the door, tying to listen in on what’s going on downstairs.

Other than muffled voices, I can’t make out anything specific but it sounds like they’re arguing.

I’ve never heard my parents fight before since my mother wouldn’t have dared raising her voice at my father.

At least one thing has changed around here.

“I have to deal with something,” My father snaps loudly from the entryway. “I’ll be back for her later. The two guards are staying here with you and that’s final.”

Before I can do anything, I hear the rumble of an engine and he’s gone. To wherever he’s holding Tyson.

Shit.

I text that piece of information to Rafaelle, letting him know who’s all here.

Just moments after, several cars pull up front from the sound of it. But other than a few thuds, it’s deathly silent.

Slipping from my room, I hide by the railing in time to see the front door being kicked down as men in combat gear with bulletproof vests and more weapons than I can count stream in. Some of them wearing balaclavas, most of them dressed in black.

There’s no mistaking the man as he saunters into the foyer with a smirk on his face like he owns the place.

My brother.

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