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I shake my head because, for the first time in my life, I’m faced with an impossible situation.
Gabriella or the family.
“Damiano,” Angelo calls.
I glance over my shoulder and watch as the four capos walk toward me.
Squaring my shoulders, I turn around so I can face them.
They stop in front of me, and Angelo says, “An attack on you is an attack on all of us. We are a family. Tell us what you want us to do so we can bring Gabriella home.”
I stare at them, and lifting my chin, I focus on Dario. “Find out where Stefano is hiding.”
I look at Angelo and Franco. “Get every available man ready for war. Take my mother, your women, and the children and place them in a safe house. We don’t need anyone else being taken.”
Lastly, I turn my attention to Renzo. “I want every weapon you can get your hands on.”
They all nod, and turning around, they walk away to carry out the orders.
I head back to the armory, and when I step inside, I hear my phone buzz.
Christ.
My eyes touch on Carlo’s before I take the device from him.
Sucking in a deep breath, I brace myself for the worst before I open the message.
There’s another video, and I press play.
I watch as a man steps in behind Gabriella. I take in every single fucking detail about him.
He’s shorter than average. Brown hair in a buzz cut. The usual combat uniform. Gloves.
When I catch glimpses of a cattle prod, my fist tightens around my phone.
Fuck.
When he presses the prod to her back, I’m forced to watch as every muscle in Gabriella’s body strains while she convulses horribly.
When it stops breaths explode from her before she presses her lips tightly together and lifts her chin.
Jesus, she’s so fucking strong.
“Again,” I hear someone order.
She’s electrocuted three more times, and when a wounded sound escapes her, my heart fucking shatters.
“One more,” the order comes again.
No. Jesus, stop.
It hurts more than anything I’ve ever endured to watch as Gabriella convulses and pain tightens her features. When it stops, her head falls forward, and I hear her gasping for air.
Christ, I wish I could swap places with her.
“Turn her around so her back is to the camera,” the other fucker says.
He turns Gabriella until I see her back where the five burn marks mar her skin.
