Page 33 of Marrying the Underboss

“What I need is to find out where Marino took my wife. I need to get my hands on him and fucking put him in the ground.”

“Pull your security footage,” Johnny offers.

“Fuck, why didn’t I think of that?” I pull my phone out of my pocket and click on the app. A few clicks later and, I’m watching Jacob carry my wife out of our house over his shoulder. “She’s not moving,” I mutter, watching him in horror as he puts her in his black Mercedes.

“Don’t go there, son. She could be passed out for all we know,” Perrelli says, gripping my shoulder.

He’s right. “This was over two hours ago. He could be anywhere by now.”

“True, but he took her for a reason. If he wanted to kill her he would have done it here and left her for you to find,” Johnny says.

“What are you getting at?” Perrelli asks.

“He needs her alive for something. I’m sure he’ll contact us, even if it’s just to lure us into a trap.”

“So what? We just wait around for him to contact us?”

“No, we make a plan for when he does,” Nico says.

I’m coming to find you, Angel. When I do, I’ll never let you out of my sight again.

Perrelli calledall of his capos over to my house. We set up a command center and began running every lead we could. Allthe capos reached out to their soldiers and got the word out that the principessa had been taken. I'm going crazy worried about Jennifer and what that fucker is doing to her. Knowing that she's pregnant makes it even worse. Not only is he hurting my wife but he's hurting my unborn child as well. I can't even think of what horrible things could be happening to her right now. Instead I'm using my energy to figure out what the hell is going on.

“I got something,” Marco shouts. The room goes silent as we stare at him, waiting for him to tell us what he has. “One of my guys says he spotted Marino at a motel in Asbury Park. You'll never believe who he saw with him.”

“Who?” Perrelli asks.

“Volkov,” Marco announces knowingly.

“Fucking Volkov?” Perrelli and I say at once, looking at each other.

Volkov's Russian mafia was the crew we took out when I first began working with Perrelli. His guys were insane. They were selling drugs and prostituting women all over New Jersey for a few years, giving organized crime a bad name. We might do illegal things, but we value our women. We would never prostitute them or ruin the state with drugs. Volkov’s men were also the people who killed my father all those years ago. “As far as I know, Marino had no idea about Volkov,” Perrelli says.

“It makes sense. We took out ninety percent of his crew and made sure he knew never to return.”

He must be trying to make a comeback,” Johnny adds.

“Yeah, no shit. He must have planted Marino in school with Jennifer to destroy us from the inside.”

“Fuck!” I growl. I should have trusted my instincts. I should have looked harder. Instead, I backed off, thinking my feelings for Jennifer clouded my judgment. Never again.

My phone rings. “It’s a blocked number.”

Everyone stops what they’re doing and looks at me as I answer. I connect the call and put it on speaker so everyone can hear. “Where the fuck is she?” I answer.

“Rossi. Long time no talk,” He laughs.

“Marino I swear to God–”

“It’s Volkov, actually.” He says.

“Volkov?” All the men in the room look at each other.

“You see, when you and Perrelli took out my uncle’s crew, you also killed my father.”

“Volkov is your uncle?”

“Da,” he answers in Russian.

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