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Aiden walks in front of me, going back and forth. “He treats the men as simple soldiers, but we have the potential to be so much more, and Ronan is too short-sighted to see that. I mean, what are the benefits of working for Ronan anymore, anyway? It’s not like the men really get anything other than good food out of it.”

“You will never be the leader that Ronan is. Just because Ronan doesn’t tell you what the full plan is doesn’t mean he hasn’t got grander plans for the family. I’ve learned from Alessandro that sometimes, you must take two steps back to leap forward. You will never be like Ronan. You will not even come close to the kind of leader he is. Not in your wildest dreams.” I spit on the floor in front of Aiden to finalize my point.

Aiden laughs. “Grand plan? Working for the Sorvino family?”

“Ronan works with them, making money off them. You threw the men to the fucking wolves. You attacked your own innocent men and pretended it was another family to make your point. Ronan would never willingly sacrifice his men's lives.” I glare at him.

Aiden shakes his head. “I’m going to enjoy killing you and Katya when Valerio arrives from California. It’s a pity, though, you are very beautiful. Maybe we should do as the heads of the family have done, seal our bond in marriage, and make beautiful babies.” Aiden leans down near me and raises an eyebrow. “You’d make a good wife, I’m sure.”

I give a short, loud laugh in his face. “You’ll never be a fraction of the man Robbie is. He’s a better man and lover.”

Aiden snorts. “Robbie Quinn is psychotic, and I doubt he…”

“Sir, the Italians are here,” a guard calls from the entrance of the hangar.

“Well, it was nice spending time with you, Dina. It’s a pity we won’t… get to know each other better.” He grabs my face and tries to kiss me, but I jerk away.

He chuckles as he walks away from us.

Chapter 27 - Robbie

I am irrationally furious. There is no rhyme. There is no reason. There is nothing. Aiden ripped Dina from my reach and kidnapped her. I heard her cry out, so he must have hurt her. She is fucking mine. I might not be allowed to be with her, but no one touches what is mine.

I start punching the steering wheel when I hear a familiar voice. “That’s not going to help anything, Robbie.”

I look out the window to see Daniel kneeling beside me. “Let me get something to pry you out with.”

He moves off, and I feel a surge of energy. I’m not hurt, much, just trapped. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I can immediately start looking for Dina and save her.

Daniel comes back with a crowbar, and after what feels like ages, he manages to pry my door open and bend the piece of metal trapping me.

I get out of the car, dust myself off, and start walking. My leg is a little sore, but after a few steps, I don’t feel it anymore.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Daniel shouts after me.

“They took Dinara.” I walk toward the road. “How did you find me anyway?”

Daniel catches up to me. “You didn’t show up at your apartment, and I was worried. The cell tower is back, so I tracked you here.”

I run my hands through my hair. “Aiden is still alive. He ran us off the road and took Dina. Probably for revenge.”

My brother shrugs, and I stare at him. Daniel holds his hands up in defense. “I’m shrugging because it’s okay. I have a pretty good idea where he’s going. There’s a private airstrip not far from here, and a secret unrecorded flight is chartered to land there soon.”

“The Baldocchi family,” I breathe. “Dan, I have to do this. I have to save her. She’s the love of my life, and even if I can’t be with her, I can’t go on if I don’t know she’s okay.”

Daniel puts a hand on my shoulder and leads me to the trunk of his car. He pops it open and lifts a hidden compartment; all I see are guns. He smirks. “I know you do. And I’m going to help.”

I smile at him, and he shuts the trunk.

We speed down the road in the direction of the private landing strip, but we park some way away. We pick out sniper rifles to open with, and I take my signature shotgun and two handguns. Daniel takes a rifle and an automatic assault rifle.

We crawl through the brush near the airstrip and sit and wait, watching through our scopes.

“There he is,” I say quietly, frustrated. Aiden comes out of the hangar as a plane taxis toward them and stops. I look at Daniel. “Do you want to wait to see who gets off the plane?”

“Fuck that. We got time to find him later.” Daniel looks through his scope, and so do I.

“Now,” he says.

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