Chapter 51
Chapter
Fifty-One
MATTEO
“ W ren’s gone.”
My stomach is in my throat as soon as the words are out of his mouth.
I hear people shouting as I take off running toward the office. I need to see for myself that she’s really gone. That somehow this piece of shit was able to take her away from me when I’m right. Fucking. Here.
The place is pretty much cleared out now, making the path to the office easier.
“Wren?” I call out as I run into the office with Cain right behind me.
“What the fuck…” Cain says at the same time as he takes the scene in front of us.
Empty.
Fucking empty.
“I’m sorry, Matteo,” Aldo says, out of breath, as he comes up behind me. “I don’t know how he got out of here with her without me noticing.”
“She struggled,” I say softly, my tone taking on a menacing edge.
My fists clench hard at my sides as I take in the mess of the office. I can tell she fought with everything she had. Everything is off the desk, scattered and broken on the floor. The older leather chairs that usually sit in front of the desk are tipped on their side across the room.
“Blood,” Aldo says, breaking my train of thought. My heart sinks as I process what he just said. “Don’t freak out yet. You don’t know that it’s hers.”
“This piece of shit is going to the basement. I’m going to cut off his balls and hang them up behind the bar so everyone sees what happens when you think your junk is bigger than your fucking brain,” Cain says.
I rip the bloody letter opener out of his hand. The entire length of the blade is covered in blood, making it hard for me to not think she was stabbed with this shoved all of the way in her.
There are droplets on the desk, a small trail leading to the edge. I peer over to the other side and see a small pool on the floor. Not enough to think someone died, but they’re undoubtedly hurt.
“Is that vomit?” I ask, already knowing the answer. My body is growing tenser by the second.
“Look, I can see you’re about to lose your shit, but you need to check it. Wren needs you now more than ever.” I blow out a shaky breath as I clench and unclench my fists. I hate that he’s right. All I want to do is beat the ever-loving shit out of him. “I know the blood looks bad, but you know Wren. She has a thing for stabbing people too. Remember what she did to him in her kitchen?” How could I not? I saw the pictures. It looked like a fucking massacre had happened.
I scrub my hand down my face. “Fuck. You’re right.” She’s a fighter. She’ll be fine. At least, that’s what I have to keep telling myself.
I take a small silk cloth square out of my pocket before I wipe the blade clean, wrapping the silk around the blade and tucking it into the interior pocket of my suit jacket.
“Since when are you sentimental?” Aldo raises his eyebrow at me.
“Since I’m going to kill the piece of shit that decided to touch what’s mine with it,” I say as I pull my vibrating phone out of my pocket and look at the screen. “It’s Gio.”
“Tell me you have something.”
“I have something,” Gio’s rough voice comes through the phone.
“Where am I going?” I’m full-on sprinting out of DD’s to my car with Aldo on my heels. I can hear him yelling to the guys that Gio has something.
“I don’t know yet, so hang time for a second.”
“Gio,” I growl, cutting him off. “I’m not going to sit tight when he fucking has Wren!”
“I know he has her, and Brad is getting the location right now.”
“Brad?” Why would Gio involve the fucking cop now of all times? I’m going to fucking kill him too.
“It’s not what you’re thinking,” Gio rushes out. “He called me when Cyrus and I were out searching, said someone called in an older black town car driving erratically from DD’s side of the city. Driving on the wrong side of the street and scaring everyone. He said the description the lady gave made him think of the same vehicle we asked him to look out for.” I’m squeezing my phone so hard I’m shocked it hasn’t split in half. It’s good to know that if you drop these things a foot from the ground, they shatter, but they hold up against murderous rage.
“Did he say any street names?” I ask as calmly as I possibly can as I rest my elbows on the roof of my car. My freehand is continuously roughly raking through my hair.
“Didn’t say. He’s holding off on responding to the call until we can verify if it’s our guy or not. We’re headed in that direction now to see if we can catch up.”
“Alright,” I say as I push off of the car, nodding at Gio and Alessio to get in. “We’re headed that way. Call me if you find him.” I disconnect the call before waiting for a response.
“Brad called Gio, saying they got a call about someone in an older black town car driving erratically into the city from this direction. We’re going to head that way to see if we can find him. I can’t just wait around hoping for a fucking phone call,” I tell Cain.
He nods his head because he gets it. It wasn’t that long ago when his woman got kidnapped right out from under him. You’ll relive an event like that every single time you close your eyes at night. I know I will.
“We’ll wait here in case he comes back. I doubt he will, but I want all of our bases covered. You need me, fucking call, Matteo,” Cain says, looking me dead in the eyes.
“I’ll call,” I lie.
Cain lets out a dead laugh. “No, you fucking won’t. You aren’t even going to hesitate to go in when you find her. Just don’t be fucking stupid about it. Remember that she needs you alive more than she needs you six feet under.”
I’m coming, tesoro .
Your knight is coming.