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“They could be dead as we speak. My wife is of no value to me if she’s dead. I’m rejecting your demands.” I declared, hanging up the phone.
I met Lorenzo’s gaze.
“I will get your wife back.” I promised him. He trusted me and knew what I was doing.
A smirk formed on his lips when the phone rang again. I mirrored his expression and let it ring a few times.
“Gaetano.”
“You dare to hang up on me?!” He roared.
Just the reaction I wanted.
“Yes.” I retorted. Luca and Giovanni suppressed a laugh. They recognized Althaia’s personality in the response.
Gaetano was left stunned, not expecting this turn in the conversation.
“Be careful. Disrespect me again, and a bullet will find its way between her eyes.” He threatened.
“I don’t enjoy repeating myself, Gaetano. If you want me to meet your demands, I need proof they’re still alive.” I stated.
“Fine. A picture will be sent to prove they’re still alive.”
“Not good enough. I need live footage.”
“No.”
“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to meet your demands.” I said, hanging up once again. I was going to make that bastard go insane.
“Damiano.” My father warned.
“He’s not going to kill them. He’s desperate.”
“He can still hurt them.” He frowned.
“I know.” I said, crossing my arms and awaiting his next call. This was a calculated risk, but I believed Gaetano wouldn’t resort to drastic measures after his initial plan failed.
Ten minutes passed, and he still hadn’t called back.
“Patience.” I urged everyone as they stared impatiently at the phone.
I understood their desperation to get their hands on him, especially now that he had their Donna. While patience wasn’t my strong suit, I have learned that anything involving Althaia requires patience. In this situation, it was more necessary than ever.
More time passed by, a few of my men paced the floor, and I popped a few painkillers in my mouth to minimize the pain.
Everyone came to a sudden stop, their attention shifting to me as soon as my phone rang—it was a video call.
“Connect it to the screen.” I tossed the phone to Raffaele, who quickly hooked it up to the large screen hanging on the wall in my office.
And there they were.
Gaetano stood at a doorway, filming Althaia and Cara in what appeared to be a basement.
“You piece of shit!” Althaia screamed, hurling a heel at Gaetano. He managed to close the door before it could hit him. “Get back in here!” I heard her shout and bang on the door. Then the camera switched to him.
“Now, it’s your turn to deliver. You have 24 hours. I will be tracking you and send you the direction once you’re on the move. Come alone. If not, your Russian whore is going to be hanged from the neck.”
And the line went dead.
