Page 79 of Shackled By the Mafia Boss

“She did. She left work with one of her colleagues, but Victor had her before they could intervene. She’s locked up somewhere in his warehouse,” Antonio explains.

“Who is Jane?” Vincent asks.

I hurl my phone across the room, then I stride over to the wall and drive my clenched fist into it several times. The wall cracks, my blood trails down it and pain shoots through my hand. But I don’t stop punching the wall. I need to let my anger out.

“Marcus.”

I hear Dominic call my name, but the sound is distant. I groan, punching the wall even harder.

“Marcus, stop.” Dominic places a hand on my shoulder and squeezes it. “We have to save her. Breaking my walls and injuring your hand won’t help us do that.”

I stop punching the wall and rest my head on it, sucking in deep breaths.

I need to stay calm.

I need to save her.

“Marcus?”

I peer up at my brother. Tears fill my eyes, distorting his figure. My heart feels like it’s about to explode from my chest. “I have to save her, brother. I can’t live without her. I need to save her.”

“We will save her.” Dominic turns to Dante. “Get the cars ready, we’re leaving now.”

“There’s still forty-minutes until the meeting time,” Dante argues.

“Get the fucking car ready and stop talking back before I blow your head off,” Dominic says, each word spat out with fury. He returns his attention to me. “We’re not coming back without her. I promise.”

Ten minutes later, we’re on the road to Victor’s warehouse. Antonio is driving and Dante is sitting in the passenger seat beside him.

Dominic and I are in the backseat. Our men are in different cars, some taking different routes to the warehouse. Somehow, time seems like an eternity. The pain in my chest is real and make it difficult to breathe.

No. I need to calm down. To regain some detachment, but I can’t.

Thoughts of the things Victor could be doing to Jane almost break me. I imagine him tearing her skin, ripping her apart little by little, until she loses herself.

My need for blood increases with each second that passes. Whatever pain Victor inflicts on Jane, I will give it back to him ten times over.

I grow impatient, stretching my neck to look at the road. “Can’t this thing go any faster?”

“Calm down, man. We’re all going to die if we go any faster than we already are,” Dante answers from the front seat. “We can’t save your woman if we’re dead, can we?”

“I don’t give a fuck. Just drive faster!”

Antonio presses his foot on the accelerator, driving faster. An hour later, he pulls over in front of the warehouse. I’m the first to jump out of the car and scan the area. The warehouse is lit, and I can see a few of Victor’s men standing outside and guarding the area.

Dominic steps beside me. “It’s your woman we’re saving, so you decide. Are we having a pretty talk with that asshole, or are we burning the place down?”

“Burning the place down, but keep an eye out for Jane.”

Dante gives each of us submachine guns and two Colt M1911s to tuck in our holsters. We take the guns from him and then all four of us start for the warehouse, shooting whatever is in front of us.

The other men arrive. Victor’s men fire back at us and we take cover behind the containers outside, shooting until they’re all dead or too injured to shoot back.

When we make it into the warehouse, lifeless bodies litter the floor. My eyes scan for any sign of movement, for Jane. But what I find lifts the hairs on the back of my neck.

Victor Valentes is dead.

Chapter Nineteen

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