Chapter 40-Ono
“ B ellezza? Where are you?” I shouted, storming into the house like a fucking hurricane.
She wasn’t answering her phone and the last time it pinged was here. I grunted, crouching down and picking it up where it was carelessly tossed on the floor next to one of her Crocs.
They were a belated wedding present from me. Something I recalled she liked a lot and wore all the time when she was working.
She wouldn’t leave just one thoughtlessly thrown on the floor like that.
Michelle was a careful person. She paid attention to detail.
No, this was bad. Something had happened.
By the time I realized she wasn’t answering, I called the guard who was supposed to be at the front door only to be told he left as per my orders.
That was bullshit. I gave no such orders.
It had been forty-seven minutes since anyone had seen or heard from Michelle. Forty-seven minutes since my perfect wife was last seen safe and sound in our home.
Someone came and took her.
Someone violated the sanctuary of our house.
And that someone was going to fucking die.
I grabbed the phone, calling Sammy and Jr. on three way.
“Anything?” I roared, jogging down the stairs to where Gio waited with the car.
“Yeah. I got a license plate, and I think I know where it’s going,” Jr. said, and he sounded pissed.
“Send me the address and meet me there.”
“Ono, this is gonna be problematic. They’re made guys.”
“They shouldn’t have fucked with me, Jr. I don’t care who you gotta call, you do it and tell them they had this coming.”
Right then, I didn’t care if I was about to start a war with every mafioso in Jersey. They touched my wife.
The whole lot of them could burn in hell for all I cared.
“Faster, Gio.”
“Yes, Boss.”
I sat back and focused my breathing, allowing all the rage and fury I possessed to simmer, knowing full well I was going to let it all come out the second she was safe again.
“I’m coming for you, Doc. Hold on.”