Page 49 of Devious
There’s a woman in one stall, and her face turns bright red, tears in her eyes. She flinches as I tower over her.
“Did you see a woman with strawberry blonde hair in a black dress?” I ask, assessing her from head to toe. She gets up from the toilet, and I turn my back to give her privacy.
“She left with two guys dressed in black. “
I turn around and grit my teeth. “What?”
“Yes. One of the other guys stripped down her guard and put on his clothes, and he was dragged to the last stall.”
I kick the door open to the next stall, and Max slouches over with blood coating his forehead. “Why didn’t you get help?”
“Because… he threatened to rape me and kill me if I screamed or said a word,” the woman stammers. “He was scary as fuck, and he told me to stay put for another thirty minutes.”
I dial Aiden’s number, and he picks up on the second ring. “Yeah?”
“Meet me upstairs in Irvin’s office. I’m at the America Billionaire Club.”
I tap the End button and call a few of my soldiers to get Max home.
Once the soldiers get Max, I waltz up to the stairs and knock on Irvin’s office door. He opens it and Snow, Keanu, and Jameson stand by an unlit fireplace. Several seconds later, my brother enters the room.
“My wife is missing,” I tell them.
Snow sets his glass onto the mantel piece.
“What do you mean?” Keanu slides his fingers into his pockets.
I tell them everything the woman told me in the stall.
“Check the tapes from the bathroom area, Jameson,” Snow demands. “You didn’t put a tracking device on your wife?” He cocks an eyebrow.
I shake my head. “I didn’t think to.”
“We put tracking devices in all our women, and children, you should too. You have too many enemies not to, especially in this fucked-up world,” Irvin suggests.
They have a whole set of rules when it comes to how they run their businesses.
“Follow me,” Jameson says.
We enter the security room, and he tells the guy at the desk to move. He checks the cameras on the main screen. Sure enough, Roselyn is escorted by two men, and the terror on her face sends a shiver down my spine. Jameson also checks the street cameras, and he gets the car tags. We follow the SUV on the live feed and he’s at a hotel. I’m going to get my wife back if I die trying, then I’m going to kill everyone who was involved in her kidnapping.
Roselyn
Anger travels through my bloodstream like a blues song. I misread things on the night he took me out on a date after Enzo’s death. I misread everything this morning when he showed me kindness. The mafia men don’t have a heart. Period. They kill, steal, and hurt. Why try to connect with him? I shouldn’t even try to. He is who he is. I saw the hurt on his face when I mentioned fucking around on him, so maybe Shelby cheated on him. Who knows and who cares? I’m going to be on theI don’t give a fuckattitude.
I laugh loudly, and a woman exits a stall, staring at me like I’m crazy. I clear my throat, turn the faucet on, and wet my hands, then dry them with a paper towel.
Max comes in and grabs my arm.
“We have to go.”
Before I can comprehend what he said, Max falls to the floor, and the woman and I scream at the top of our lungs. A guy dressed in all black stares down at us. His butler shirt squeezes his muscles, and a wicked grin spreads across his face. He’s the guy who spilled wine on my clothes.
He points to the woman. “Get your ass in the stall, and don’t come out for another thirty minutes.”
She hurries, shutting the door behind her.
The beefy guy looks at me. “Roselyn Vitali.”
