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He grunted, his gaze moving back to his laptop as he clicked a few keys. He was ignoring me, and there was nothing I hated more than being ignored.
“Dante,” Lorenzo warned from where he was standing near the door. He’d spoken to Ma to let her know what was happening and told Mateo to get to the mansion so he could keep an eye on them. Rafael was on his way too with his dad. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” I growled out. “I want to know what the fuck is going on! We’ve been here for ten hours and still we don’t have a goddamn clue where they are.” My patience was wearing thin, my monster begging to be let out so that he could wreak havoc.
“Here,” Agent Peters said, standing and holding his laptop out to me. I took it, reading what I could on the screen, but it made no sense to me, not until he said, “I didn’t know who Miriam was at the time I took Navy to the adoption agency.” He pressed his hand to the back of his neck. “But she knew who I was.”
“What—”
“She targeted me and I was too fucking angry to see it.” His eyes narrowed on me, his hidden words loud and clear. “I didn’t put it together until I saw the footage you showed me. She’s the missing link I’d been searching for.”
“What missing link?” I threw his laptop on the sofa, not giving a fuck if it broke.
“I thought it was you.” He looked at each of us in turn. “I thought you were running the show.”
I growled, hating how he was taking so long to make any goddamn sense. “Will you hurry the fuck up?”
“I’ve been tracking this ring. They’ve been buying and selling merchandise—women and children.” He paused, rolling his shoulders back. “I thought it was you, but now I can see it’s not. It’sher.”
“Her?” I blinked. “Are you telling me that fucking woman is about to traffic my son?” My stomach dropped, the air in the room disappearing. “And Navy?”
“If I’m putting the pieces together properly, then yes.”
I swayed, blood rushing through my body, making me panic. They could be already gone by now.
I could have already lost them.
My gaze met Agent Peters’, seeing the same reflection in his eyes that I was sure was in mine too. We’d never see them again. There would be no way to track her down if she was already trafficked out of the country.
“This is your fuckin’ fault!” I shouted, lunging at him. I didn’t care that he was FBI, didn’t give a fuck that he was the father to the woman I loved. I needed to make him hurt, needed him to take punishment for what he’d caused.
My knuckles smashed against the flesh on his cheek, but I hadn’t expected his fist to pound back at me, catching me in the jaw and knocking me off-balance. It still wasn’t enough to get me off him though. We rolled around, fists flying, our anger a living, breathing thing.
“Dante!” Hands grabbed at me, but I squirmed away, kicking my legs out and catching Agent Peters in the back. I’d kill him if I never saw Navy and Dario again. I’d torture him for months, slowly drawing out his death, causing the maximum pain possible.
“Dante!” someone shouted again, and this time when hands grabbed for me, another set captured Agent Peters, pulling us apart.
“Let me go,” I grunted, kicking at the sofa that Lorenzo had pulled me behind.
“Calm down,” he demanded, but it didn’t matter what he said because the rage was growing the longer I was in this motherfucker’s house. “Remy has a location.” I shot daggers at Agent Peters. Romeo and Christian were holding him back, stopping him from getting to me, and there was nothing I wished for more right then than for them to let him go. “Remy has a location,” Lorenzo repeated.
A location?
I snapped my head around, searching Lorenzo’s eyes for the truth. “He knows where they are?”
“He thinks he does.” He held his cell in front of me, showing me the co-ordinates. “He tracked them there. It took him longer because they switched vehicles several times. But he thinks they’re in there.”
“How sure is he?”
“Ninety nine percent sure,” Remy said through the speaker on the cell.
I pulled it out of Lorenzo’s grip, yanking myself away from him. “Here.” I moved toward Agent Peters who Romeo and Christian let go to show him the image that Remy had sent. “You coming with us or not?”
He stared at me, his eyes shooting fire. “I’m coming with you.” He was making a choice, one that both he and I knew could end his career. But he was finally doing what was right, for Navy. And it was about damn time.
We didn’t waste any time filing out of his house, already drawing our guns, knowing that this would be a fight we’d be entering into.
“Don’t put your fuckin’ sirens on when we get there,” I snapped at Peters as we climbed into our cars. “We don’t want them to know we’re coming.”
