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“Not odd at all,” Angelo mentions.
“Follow them,” I order. “It’s a shot in the dark, but it’s better than flying around until we run out of fuel.”
I keep looking for any leads we can use, and as time crawls by, my worry for Eden grows.
It’s hard not to think of what the fuckers could be doing to her. Being a criminal myself, I know how ugly the world really is.
A thought pops into my mind, and I search for private parties with a hefty price tag. There are hundreds, and I add words related to water, seeing as Eden has been taken by boat.
What I find chills me to my bone.
$50000. Fishing trip. N/V. Use/Dispose.
“Fuck,” I whisper as my heart beat faster.
“What?”
“There’s a private party where women can be used or killed. Whoever scores a ticket can do whatever they want,” I translate the information I found.
“Eden’s not at that party,” Angelo says. “It’s all too convenient.”
“It’s sold as a fishing trip,” I snap. “I’ll bet everything I have those helicopters are flying to the yacht where this party is being held, and if there’s a chance that Eden could be there, I’m going.”
Damiano nods his approval. “It’s the only lead we have.”
“Let’s hope they’re expecting a fourth helicopter,” Carlo mutters.
Chapter 24
Dario
Carlo has to circle the boat as the helicopters take turns to land and drop off their passengers.
We wait until last before Carlo sets us down on the supersized yacht. Angelo shoves the door open and gets out first, followed by me, then Damiano.
A man dressed in a tuxedo frowns at us. “We weren’t expecting a fourth party.”
An armed guard gives us a wary look, his fingers twitching around his weapon.
“We invited ourselves,” I mutter, impatient to search the yacht so I can find Eden.
Another man, who’s escorted by two guards, comes up the stairs, and his eyes lock instantly on Damiano. “What’s the Cosa Nostra doing here? This isn’t your territory.”
I glance at Damiano. “You know him?”
“Kristian,” my boss murmurs. “Sex trafficker. Let me handle this.” Damiano takes a step forward and lets out a sigh. “I’m here for a specific girl.”
“We don’t have anyone who belongs to the Cosa Nostra,” the man replies calmly, as if he isn’t worried we’ll kill him.
“Show us the girls, and we’ll be on our way,” Damiano mutters.
“Only you. The rest wait right here,” the man agrees.
Not happy, I cross my arms over my chest and watch as Damiano and Carlo follow the man.
When a guard shakes his head at Carlo, Damiano says, “Where I go, he goes.”
“Let him come,” the man snaps, clearly starting to lose his patience with the situation.
