Page 43 of Catching His Runaway

Bia makes this choking sound, and I don’t have the strength to look at her. She’s lost her daughter once before, and now, there is no telling what state she’s in. Even if her mother is strong, we’ve all got cracks.

Is she dead? It’s been hours since she got taken.

My blood freezes at the very thought. After finally seeing her again, and allowing her to turn me into someone I can’t even recognize, there’s a chance that she’s gone?

No. She’s not dead. I’m willing to bet right now, she’s in a situation where she wishes she were.

I need to save her. I need to protect her.

But first, I need to find her.

“Where is he?” Looking at Santino, my fingers curl hard enough to make my knuckles ache. I can feel my nails carving my skin. “You know where he is.”

Santino’s still staring at the monitor, his brows furrowed deep. His scowl is the harshest I’ve seen in ages.

Someone slipped intohishome without him knowing. Someone who could’ve hurt Camellia or Alle.

“Santino.” Gritting out his name, my throat feels tight. “Where is that motherfucker?”

He finally drags his eyes toward me, his teeth clenched. The vein pulsating at his throat is a sight for sore eyes.

Urzo claps his hand on his shoulder, squeezing it. “Deal with Renado, figure out what is happening. I really doubt he’s aware of what’s going on. We’ll get her back.” He looks at Bia, his own brows furrowing. “We’ll make them regret taking her.”

She nods her head, blinking her eyes to avoid letting any of the wetness forming fall.

If I have to take Urzo with me, fine. If Santino is worried about starting a fight, they’re the ones who moved first. That’s more than enough of a green light for me.

“Tommy!” Urzo’s the one to call after me this time, but I don’t listen as I leave the room first. He curses as he’s forced to move to catch up. “Can’t even let me tell Eliza what’s going on? She’s going to be pissed if I leave without saying goodbye.”

“Do whatever you want.” I keep moving, glaring at any familiar faces I pass by.

Right now, I can’t trust any of them. Not until I know who is involved. For all I know, one or two infiltrators may have stuck behind to see how we’re reacting to the flow of events.

Santino can sniff them out on his own time. He’s got enough anger to spare.

“Take too long, I’ll find Renado, and he’ll be the one to tell me the information I need.” Growling out the promise, we split ways the moment we hit the stairs. While he jogs up them, I’m heading toward the front entrance.

Heading toward the garage, I try not to let my eyes linger in the empty gap where her car once was.

Someone went into my room and dug through my belongings. They searched through my room until they found the keys. I’m hoping they’re with Elijah, too. I’ve got a list of faces I want to make bleed.

I pick the fastest car we own. A sleek black Ferrari is the best choice. By the time I’m popping the trunk, Urzo is returning with a grimace on his face. He’s come back alone, that’s good. I don’t want Eliza distracting him.

In the corner of the garage, we have a small armory. Something close and easily accessible for when we need to go in and out with ease. I start grabbing a couple of pistols with matching ammunition. I consider snagging a SMG to make a mess of things.

Urzo has another idea. He’s grabbing a sniper from the wall. Not just any sniper, but one that hasn’t been touched in a long time.

Neither of us has that good of a shot. Everyone knows better than to touch a weapon that already belongs to someone with Bertelli blood.

“We’re making a pit stop,” he warns as he cradles the sniper. The cut on his mouth curls as he hints at a smile. “We’re going to need all the help we can get without alerting everyone.”

“I’ll kill anyone who gets in my way,” I promise him as I watch him attach a silencer. “And Elijah? Don’t even think about touching him.”

Urzo nods in understanding. After seeing me the night before, there’s no doubt he knows how badly I want to kill him.

How much I regret not doing it when I had my chance.

If I had, Valeria would still be in my arms.

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