Page 144 of Thrill Me (Dark Odyssey 3)

“Fucking give her back to me,” I shout.

“Let’s make this simple. You bring the files and sign over the shipping company and I’ll consider if you get to see your lady love alive again.”

“Fucking bastard,” I bellow.

“I’ll give you half an hour to give me an answer, then we’ll decide where we’ll meet to make the transfer. Those are my demands. Cross me and the girl dies quicker, or becomes a fuck toy for me and mine.” He hangs up before I can answer.

Fucking bastard.

I wince and look at Pa.

“He wants the files and the shipping company. Then he’ll consider giving us Mimi alive.” I can’t believe I’m speaking those words. It feels like I’m talking and speaking them but it’s not real. Just like everything else. It’s all part of the same surreal nightmare world we’ve fallen in.

I can’t do this by myself but it looks like I have to. We all know Mimi’s father is responsible for all of this. I didn’t expect anyone to do anything for us. Her.

I know what I feel though and she is mine. Doesn’t matter who her father was, or is, or what he did to us.

She’s mine.

I move to go but Vincent catches my arm.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks, grabbing me.

“Saving her.”

“By yourself?” he challenges. “It’s Mimi, Salvatore. She’s one of us. We’re all fucking going.”

I breathe hard and stare at him. I’m grateful, damn grateful and fuck… the damn emotion catches up with me.

“Thank you,” I say.

He releases me and I look to Pa and Nick.

“Call Intel and get them to locate that bastard,” Pa orders. “We need everybody on this. Vincent gather the rest of men.”

I doas he says and hope like fuck I can save her.

Chapter Forty-Four

Mimi

I don’t knowwhat I’m supposed to feel right now.

Sadness …

Grief…

Pain…

I feel all of it, all of it has seeped into my soul.

All of it.

They have me tied up on a boat. I’m sitting on the wooden floor with my hands and feet bound and I’m gagged.

In my mind I keep seeing the image of Gabe lying there on the stone cold floor, in blood. I’m trying to remember where the blood came from. I don’t remember if the blood was on his stomach or his chest or if it was coming from his back. I can’t remember.

I just remember seeing red and him so lifeless and still.

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