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Brynn shifted the smallest inch, and studied the man through a tiny gap in the curtains.
Gray hair, expensive suit, and a surly look that warned he was pissed off. She’d looked up his photo before they’d come here. Luciano Navarro.
“One of the prisoners attacked Rocco and broke his nose,” another man said. “We had to call in Doc Giuseppe.”
Brynn smiled.
Navarro made an annoyed sound. “They were chained up, and one still injured him? Find out who is in my basement. Tommaso made it sound like it was some small-time PI.”
Oh boy. They didn’t even know who they’d abducted.
Her husband was going to make them regret their bad decision.
The younger man nodded. “Of course, Don Navarro.”
“I want a whiskey in my study, and find my mistress. I want her in my study in ten minutes.” The older man stalked off.
The younger man blew out a breath, just as another guard appeared.
“Check on the prisoners,” the younger man ordered. “Make sure they are not causing trouble. Don’t talk to them or open the door. Understand?”
The guard nodded, then turned and disappeared down another hall. The younger man stalked off in a different direction.
Bingo.
The guard had just given them the direction to the basement.
After waiting several minutes, she slowly slid out from behind the curtain and met Justin’s gaze.
“Let’s do this.” Brynn started down the hall.
Norcross, I’m almost there. Hold on.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The link had almost broken.
Vander let out a low growl and pulled harder.
The chain broke.
He staggered forward, his arms dropping and blood rushing back into his abused muscles.
“Yes,” Rhys said. “You did it.”
Vander rubbed his wrists and shoulder. He pulled the rest of the chain off his wrists, then walked over to where Rhys was hanging.
“So, we get free, then storm out of the mafia villa packed with guards?” his brother asked.
“Yep.” Vander tugged on the chains.
“While unarmed and barefoot.”
Vander’s lips quirked. “Yep.”
“You always were an overachiever.”
He worked Rhys’ chains free, then caught his brother when he stumbled. “Okay?”
