Page 149 of Stabby Little

The man punches Miles straight in the face.

Miles screams as he crashes to the ground, smacking his head on the concrete.

The man tears off his mask and walks up to me.

Anger charges through my being when I realize who it is.

Michael Diavolo.

"Time to make you pay for running away."

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"Hurry."

Constantine takes my arm and rushes outside. Benedetto and Gianluca push Jagger behind me and usher us into a parked limousine. In the penthouse window, Arlo, Rusty, and Callum wave goodbye as worried expressions cross their faces.

Ollie didn't answer his phone. Callum rang him three separate times until he realized he couldn't get ahold of him. Finally, he discovered a number for Ollie's friends Sparrow and Finn, and called them at once.

When Sparrow and Finn said someone knocked on the door and Ollie invited them inside to chat, we knew we had to act. Sparrow confessed that he and Finn were watching an animated movie so they didn't check to see who it was. When they investigated due to Callum's phone call, they found droplets of blood next to the refrigerator.

Ollie was gone.

"Where is he?" My voice cuts out of me like jagged scissors. I grip the limo's leather seats, fighting like hell not to let my anger consume me.

Where the fuck is Ollie? Constantine’s revelation that he's been coming to the Little Bunny Club under a fake alias shocks me. I had no idea he was pretending to be Kobe.

Constantine said Ollie's Kobe's exact height. Ollie needed a new ID to get around the city. Ollie's friends confirmed he's visited the Little Bunny Club every Saturday night and hooked up with an anonymous Daddy.

How could I have been so stupid not to connect the dots? When Ollie ran from me last weekend, I should've dragged him back to my house. The wisest thing to do would've been to lock him in my guest bedroom, provide him with plenty of food and movies, and never let him leave.

The truth is clear as day now. The USB drive proves Ollie was in my boss's warehouse. Those sick motherfuckers ruined his life.

I'll make them pay.

"We're meeting with our associates in Manhattan." Benedetto places his hand on my shoulder. "They'll help track Michael down."

"Who are your associates?”

"Nikolai, Igor, Timofey, Demetri, Aleksei, Sasha, Roman, and Maxim Antonov." Benedetto's eyes turn to slits. "They're Russian Mafia. They blew up the Diavolos' warehouse."

My blood runs cold. "They're the ones behind the explosion?"

"Yes," Gianluca grunts. "They waited in the helicopter for the perfect moment to pounce."

"Michael said one of his underlings dropped a cigarette on the floor which made the warehouse burn," I say.

Gianluca shakes his head. "That's a lie. Demetri was with Nikolai in his helicopter and launched the explosives. He's the reason the warehouse burst into flames."

Jagger turns to me. "I've heard rumors about the Antonovs in the underworld. They're good men."

"I don't know if I can trust them." I slam my fist into the leather seat. "You must understand me. This is Ollie—my Ollie—who's missing."

"I know what you mean." Benedetto squeezes my shoulder.

"How the fuck could you know?"

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