Chapter 27
Dante tilted his head, his voice soft too soft. “Please?” He scoffed. “Please was when you brothes should’ve fucking thought before you stole from me. Before you blew up my fucking warehouse and just a day after my wedding? Did your brother put you up for it”
Dominic trembled, eyes darting around for an escape. “1.1 was gonna pay you back, I swear!”
Dante’s fingers wrapped around his throat, squeezing just enough to make him struggle. “Oh, you were gonna pay me back!” He leaned in, his breath ghosting over Dominic’s terrified face. “You think I’m fucking stupid”
Dominic gasped, shaking his head violently.
Dante leaned closer, whispering. “I don’t forgive, I don’t forget.”
Then he let go only to grab his gun and press it against Dominic’s kneecap.
Bang.
A scream tore through the room as Dominic collapsed, clutching his bleeding leg.
Luca bet out a low whistle. “Damn,That’s just mean“”“
Dante didn’t reply. He crouched, gripping Dominic’s bloodied face, forcing him to look up. “You’re gonna pay for each and everything i lost.”
Dominic sobbed, nodding rapidly. “I will I swear! I’ll tell you everything!”
Dante’s smile was ice. “Good boy.” He patted Dominic’s cheek before standing.
Andrew’s grin was pure wicked face. Dante press on his car divice “Nero, send my message to William Rossi to meet me in my office, with my money. Till then we will take care of his brother.”
‘Got it” Nero said.
Dante was about to step out of the blood–stained room when he felt a sudden tug at his leg.
His sharp gaze snapped downward.
The woman
She was bound, her long, tangled hair partially covering her face, but he could see the desperate fire burning in her red, teary eyes. Her mouth opened and closed rapidly, as if she was trying to speak but no words came out. Oh he almost forget about this women.
Dante frowned. What the fuck
Luca, who had been watching her with unusual interest, crouched down. His sharp eyes flickered over her trembling form, then to the deep bruises and raw marks on her wrists.
“Shit” Luca mustered under his breath
Dante exhaled, running a hand down his face. “Luca, we don’t have time for this.”
But Luca ignored him. Instead, he reached forward and cut the ropes binding her hands. The woman flinched but didn’t back away. She started moving her hands rapidly, her fingers forming shapes, her gestures frantic
Sign language.
Luca and Dante’s looked at each other in surprise and mirrored her movements, his face growing darker by the second.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Dante snapped, his patience wearing dangerously thin.
Luca exhaled, rubbing his jaw. Then, without warning, he reached forward, gripping the woman’s face.
She gasped, her body y trembling as Luca forced her lips open
Dante’s eyes narrowed as he caught a glimpse of what had his friend looking so grim.
Her tongue.
Or rather, the fact that she didn’t fucking have one-
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Dante’s jaw ticked. His fingers curled into fiss
Motherfuckers
Luca sat back on his heels, his expression unreadable. Then he turned to Dante, a flicker of something unfamiliar in his usually careless gaze.
“Boss,” he said, his voice tight. Its seems she had been kidnapped by these fuckers. She is not from here, she looks Asian.”
Dante arched a brow, “I don’t have time for this. Luca take care of her for now. She is your responsibility”
Luca frown “Why me? Do i look like a babysiner to you?”
Dante poke his toung in his cheek in anger.” Fucker, you are the only one who know her language”
Luca rolled his eyes looked at the women with annoyed look “Finc”
The woman’s body sagged in relief. She didn’t cry, didn’t make a sound just fell to her knees in front of Dante, pressing her palms together in gratitude.
Dante and Luca exchanged a look.
Without another word, Dante turned on his heel, leading the way out of the blood–soaked warehouse.
Andrew followed behind, dragging Dominic Rossi’s half–conscious body with him.
As soon as Dante slid into the backseat of his car, he pulled out his phone. The second he unlocked it, his blood ran cold.
20- missed calls from Mark
10- missed calls from his father and mother,
His grip on the phone tightened.
A dangerous foreboding feeling slithered into his gut.
He tapped on Mark’s name, bringing the phone to his car. The call barely rang once before it connected.
“Boss Mark’s voice was frantic, uneven.
‘s entire body
Dante’s
body was wound tight, his rage barely contained beneath the surface. His breathing was harsh.
Andrew and Luca uat up straighter, their spines stiff. They’d seen Dante furious before. They’d seen him destroy men, burn empires, and spill blood without hesitation
But thist
This was different.
This was personal
Dante gripped the phone so tightly it creaked under the pressure. “Nero,” he growled.
His brother’s voice came through the earpiece, sharp and alert. “I’m liere.”
“Track your sister–in–laws GPS,” Dante ordered, his voice like ice, lethal and cutting. “Send her location to every single one of our men in that area. Tell them it’s Code Red”
A beat of silence. Then–Nero inhaled sharply.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
Code Red.
It wasn’t just an alert. It was a fucking declaration
It meant the King or Queen was in danger. And right now?
The Queen–Elara Romano–was mis
vas missing.
“On “Nero said immediately, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He hacked into the system, pulling up
Flara’s L
last known location.
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Meanwhile, Andrew’s fingers drummed against his knee, his eyes flickering with fury. Luca’s usual amusement had vanished, his jaw locked tight.
Neither of them spoke.
Because they knew,
Dante Romano wasn’t just mad.
He was about to fucking lose it.
“Dante,” Nero’s voice came through, rushed and urgent. “I’ve got her last location. She was in the forest near the estate, but her tracker was diubled forty minutes ago.”
Dante’s fingers twitched, his vision going red. Forty minutes.
She had been taken for forty fucking minites, and he was only finding out now?
Somebody was going to die for this.
Nero’s voice turned grim. “I’m sending our men out now. Every available soldier. And I’m dispatching a team to the airport to prep the chopper.”
Dante’s head snapped up, his next words laced with cold, merciless fury.
“Take your men and go to the last location. Find me something. A name, a fucking fingerprint I don’t give a shit. And Nerol”
His brother swallowed. “Yeah?”
Dante’s voice was lethal. “If even a single hair on her head has been touched, I will burn this entire world down.”
Then he hung up.
The car was dead silent.
AD
