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“Santo.”

“What’s wrong?”

“She’s gone. Gio took her. He took sedan sixteen, if he hasn’t removed the tracker, track him. Now.”

Silence. Then keys clacking.

“I’ll find her,” he says.

“You better,” I growl. “Because if he hurts her again—if she dies,there won’t be a single block left standing when I’m done.”

I hang up.

Stand there.

Breathe.

Once. Twice.

I clench my jaw.

My throat tightens.

Then I whisper, like a promise buried in ash—

“Gio… you’re a dead man.”

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Santo found the car.

Abandoned.

Empty.

She wasn’t in it.

Nico found Gio.

And he didn’t have my wife.

But I havehimnow.

Stripped down to his briefs. Strung up like meat, wrists chained to the ceiling, shoulders dislocated, feet barely grazing the floor.

Blood mats his hair. One eye’s already swollen shut. He’s in my basement now.

The townhouse.

The place my mother once hid. The place I now turn into hell.

My fists slam into his ribs.

Again.

Then his face.

His head snaps back with each blow, lips split, spitting blood.

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