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“What?” I shouted.
Fox shot me a warning look, and I inhaled slowly, attempting to calm down. “Obviously, King kept Britta’s whereabouts to himself or someone would have tried to get to her by now.”
I clenched my fists and began pacing. “What does this have to do with Tommaso’s son?” I asked, remembering their hesitance when they’d talked about him.
“Tom said that Portia repeatedly tried to get him to divulge Britta’s location, but eventually, she had to have realized he didn’t know. In all her time with Tom, she’d been very careful, but this time, she slipped. He overheard her on the phone later that night. She was pitching a fit about following the person’s orders, saying that he was just the boss’s son and she didn’t answer to him.”
“So Deviant is right,” Fox surmised. “Tommaso is the one running the organization.”
“Yeah,” Deviant agreed. “That’s what Tom suspected, but he didn’t know for sure until the next day when Elio turned up at his apartment. He used his fists to try to convince Tom to tell him what he wanted to know. All the while, Portia complained that his efforts were pointless and that she didn’t understand why Tommaso and Elio were so obsessed with these women. Then she accused Elio of wanting to fuck both of them since he’d been visiting Marylin so often. She didn’t think his daddy would be happy to share.”
“But Elio wasn’t interested in fucking Marylin,” King added in a low voice.
That was when it clicked, and I froze in place before turning to stare hard at Deviant, my hand drifting to the back of mypants and wrapping my fingers around the grip frame. “He figured Marylin could lead him to Britta.”
The thought of what would have happened if he’d found her clouded my mind and made me want to feed someone bullets.
Deviant’s eyes flickered to my arm, then returned to my face and narrowed. “Save it for Elio, Stone.”
“Take your hand off your weapon,” Fox ordered.
My hand clenched, and my trigger finger itched, but I did as I was told and released my gun before dropping my hand to my side.
Trying to contain my rage, I grunted, “When was this?”
“Two days ago.”
“So we don’t know if he went straight back to Marilyn in a tantrum and maybe even killed her?”
“We got lucky,” Fox interrupted. “Francesco’s inside man was given guard duty when Elio left town. As of this morning, Elio hasn’t been to visit her again. He also said to tell you that Elio never physically harmed Marylin when he interrogated her. Tommaso had given the order that no one should touch her, and Elio was too afraid that someone would tattle on him to his daddy.”
“Pussy,” I spat, shaking my head.
“No argument,” King agreed.
Fox’s phone cut off anything that might have been said next, and he frowned when he saw the caller. “Grey,” he told us before stabbing the screen to answer.
He listened for a second, then he cursed as his expression turned ruthless and deadly. “Thanks,” he growled before hanging up and clenching the phone in a tight fist. “Tommaso is being released tomorrow. His lawyer supposedly found a piece of new evidence that got the case tossed.”
“When?”
“First thing when the courthouse opens.”
I glanced at the clock. “So we have just enough time to get there but will only have a couple of hours to make a plan and set it in motion?”
Fox nodded, then began barking orders. “I’m gonna get on the line with Francesco, and we’ll come up with some sort of plan.” He looked directly at me. “I alerted Maverick, Whiskey, and several enforcers when you and Deviant came storming in here. They’re armed and ready to ride. Get on the road with them, and we’ll fill you in on your next moves when you get there.”
I lifted my chin in acknowledgment and strode toward the door. As I left, I heard Fox tell King to get some of his enforcers and head to Chicago as well.
Before I could take off, I had to see Britta. She was still in my office, staring hard at her computer, but when she heard me enter, she jumped to her feet. “Any news?” she asked, wringing her hands together. “Did you find my mom?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry, baby, but I don’t have time to give you more details. We have to leave immediately. I need you to promise me that you’ll stay here. Remain in sight of one of my brothers unless you’re locked in our room. I need to know you’re safe, or I won’t be able to concentrate on anything else.”
“I promise,” she whispered. “Now swear to me you’ll come back in one piece.”
My lips curved up, and I pulled her into my arms for a deep kiss. “I promise.”
My brothersand I reached Chicago even faster than we’d expected, probably because we’d broken just about every speed limit along the way. Fox had sent me a message to meet theothers at a warehouse not far from where Marylin was being held hostage.
