Page 93 of Before Broken Vows

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"They've got an embedded tracker in them."

"You're shitting me."

"Gio Bonventi's idea. Italians have been doing it for decades. I hoped we'd never need it. But looks like we fucking do."

"Brother, you have no idea how good it is to learn this."

"Good. The dot hasn't moved in some time, so I'd assume Milo is holed up there."

"I'm going after him," I say.

"Be careful," Ares says. "And when all this is over, maybe you tell me why this is all for some kid."

"How did?—"

"It doesn't matter. Handle your shit. No survivors," Ares says. "Make him hurt."

I hang up and walk straight to Andrew.

"Get everyone ready. I have a location," I say firmly. "We leave in ten minutes."

Then I find Stassi.

She's standing in the front entrance, arms crossed.

"You're not leaving me behind," she says.

"I wasn't going to," I reply. "I'll drop you somewhere safe on the way. But you're not staying here."

She nods.

I grab her waist, pull her in.

"They touched what's mine," I say against her forehead and give her a gentle kiss. "And I'm going to tear souls from every fucking person that's involved until I get him back."

Ten minutes later, I'm standing at the head of twelve armed men, all geared and waiting.

I raise my voice.

"Milo betrayed this family. He betrayed me. And he took my son."

Their faces, stoic and hard.

"We don't ask questions. We don't negotiate. I want blood. I want every inch of where we're going combed and cleared. Anyone in our way dies. And when we find Milo?—"

I pause, rage crawling up my spine.

"Leave him to me."

I see them glance at one another. I know what they're thinking.

Beside Andrew, they didn't know I had a son.

Now they do.

And it changes everything.

"Let's move," I growl.

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