My Tragic Mafia Life | ✔️

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"Why didn't you tell us this from the beginning?" Roared Luca across the gunning engine. Camillo had found some way to convince them all to stay together, calling in a ride as quickly as possible. His motorcycle was left on the school grounds, and instead, a car had arrived quick enough before his blood vessels exploded. Luca yelled. "She could be gone for all we know."

"Did she pack anything?" Dante demanded. He was the only one composed in this situation.

Dante had dialed so many numbers Josephine wondered how much of it was working. So did Camillo. It was truly a pathetic sight. To find Valentina, they sent all of their men to every airport available, but every call and call-back remarked no presence of the dark-haired girl they knew. Their hidden killer.

"No," Shouted Camillo, still unnerved. "She didn't do anything—nothing seemed out of the blue. I can't believe—"

"Where would she normally be?" Beatriz interrupted.

Luca tsked. "That's if she's still here."

There were too many airports to check. Far too many options. She could've been still here, only escaping momentarily before heading to another airport. Camillo had been trying to figure out the pressing details of the tickets, to try to narrow their search, but came up with nothing.

Beatriz shot Luca a dirty look. She believed that if Valentina had to be somewhere, it had to be near. And when the car suddenly lurched forward, so did she.

Josephine clung onto dear life, nearly collapsing beside Lucia who had only been staring at the ground in a cold, unblinking way. She had been like this ever since getting into the vehicle. Even Josephine's tumble hadn't snapped her out of it.

"Jubilee Lane." Camillo said, "If she's not at the apartment"—that had been their first idea before being met with empty rooms, truly a failure—"then she would be there."

Then that was where they were heading to.

"Shit." Houston slammed his head on the roof for the second time, earning a pitiful look from Isla. Their driver had been frantic with the trip, fully understanding the urgency. How he managed to avoid a traffic block, Josephine didn't know. It was minutes before they tore onto those familiar streets.

Dante was the first out of the door, before helping Camillo out. "What about her phone? Do you have a tracker on it?" Josephine followed him onto the streets before Beatriz trailed alongside.

Camillo shook his head. "She left it at the apartment." He raised the pink phone as evidence. Behind him, the twins crawled out of the vehicle. "But if there's anything on where she's planning to go, it should be in here." But they didn't have time to search for it now. If Valentina was in Jubilee Lane, then they had to catch her beforehand.

Isla and Houston were the last ones out. Isla regarded the streets with a slow sweep. "Let's split up to cover ground. If one of us finds her she might try to..." Unspoken words of another fate ending up like Hugo.

Houston cleared his throat. "Just in case she decides to go bat-shit crazy on us, does everyone have a weapon?"

Josephine's brows knotted at the suggestion, before every person unleashed their weapon of choice. Behind her, Dante pulled a gun out of his school backpack. It was the silver one she had used in practice before. He handed it to her. She stared at it like it was a dead fish.

Isla said, "I'll be with Houston."

The twins nodded. "We'll go together."

Camillo turned. He said to Beatriz, "You're with me." She didn't seem thrilled, but none did.