Page 73 of Blood & Loyalties
Hands gripped mine, and I felt the bite of a tie being wrapped around them and tied a bit too tightly. Ghost pulled me out of the car. The little fight I could muster from the blow wasn’t helping much.
A car door opened, and with a loud thump, I landed on a padded seat.
“Oh, he’ll be fine. Just a little shock. I was gonna take him out, but he’s not involved with your family, so no need to. Time for you to take a nap now.”
A cloth was put up to my face, the smell toxic. I fought to move away from it, but it was no use. Everything disappeared.
Chapter Eighteen
“I’VE GOTTA GO.Catarina got another note with a picture,” I relayed to Val, Matteo, Dan, and Brett. We had been working all morning, going through tapes, while Techie had been hacking away at Zan’s computer.
“What this time?” Val clenched his fist open and shut.
“Some picture of me and my ex and a note about us all dying and her, too, since she told. Need to get over to her now,” I responded.
“Wait a minute, boss,” Techie called. “Look at this.” He held up his hand, pointing to a picture of a guy with dark hair and blue eyes with his arm around an older woman on the screen.
“Who’s that?”
Techie pointed to the words on the screen:Jag’s brother Jake.
“Bullshit!” I roared. “I don’t have a fucking brother.”
Techie pulled up another document.Certificate of Birth.I read the words, not believing my eyes.Franco Jacob.My father’s name was in the father’s category, but his signature was nowhere on the document.
“It has to be fake.”
“Why the hell is it on Zan’s computer in a file marked family?” Val chided.
“He could have set all that shit up before he died.” I couldn’t believe anything on his computer was true.
“What if this is the guy?” Matteo asked.
“Son of a bitch!” I roared, balling my fists. “I have to get to Catarina. Techie, can you pull up her office and garage to see if she’s left yet? Val, call Scraper.”
“Sure thing.” Techie typed on the keyboard and pointed to two screens on the right.
“No answer,” Val said, putting his phone in his pocket.
“Shit.” I turned to the screens. Ghost’s back was to the camera as he placed something into the trunk of the car. He looked around the car, quickly getting in, but there was no Scraper. “Is she there?”
He backed the tape up and the sight before me shattered my resolve. “Fuck! Wait.” Ghost pulled Catarina’s body from the car, her hands and feet tied together. He opened the door to an identical black car, tossing her inside like a rag doll. Then he pulled a rag and liquid out of his pocket, placing it over her face. Her body fought, but then went limp. “Follow that fucking car. I don’t care what you have to do, but do not lose that car.”
“Move!” I yelled at the guys who all piled into different vehicles. “Dan, on the phone with Techie. Do. Not. Disconnect.”
“On it.” He dialed some numbers, and I did so myself.
“Sal, I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but Ghost has Catarina.”
“All right, what’s the problem?”
Frustration grew; he didn’t get it.
“He’s batting for the other team. He just fucking kidnapped and drugged her. We’re on the chase right now.”
“Fucking shit! Don’t lose her, Jag!” Sal screamed. “We’ll call for location.” He clicked the phone, no doubt calling in reinforcements.
The car jerked this way and that as Dan listened to Techie’s directions over the speaker in the car.
