Issues

39

In anger, I throw my phone across the room and immediately go onto the laptop.

'Not traceable'

fuck.

It's been two hours since Amora was kidnapped. I felt like I couldn't breathe with my suit and tie so I changed into a black T-shirt that fit nicely around my biceps, and I wore black sweatpants.

We've been to three out of six warehouses currently and she was none of them. "Lorenzo, you need to take a deep breath." Domenico says to me, as we're on our way to the fourth warehouse.

I roll my eyes and, I pull over to the side. There are cars parked and it's filled with security, a dead giveaway.

Using my earpiece I talk to the crew.

"Car 2, 3 and 4 take section b" I explain. "Car 5 and 6 you take section c." I add on. "Me and Domenico will take section a" I explain.

Fuck Amora please be okay.

I take out my gun and load it. I exhale and get ready. "She will be fine." Domenico says.

"She's strong. I know she will be." I reply. "And let's go." I say to everyone.

The Americans never had enough for a huge amount of guards and weapons. That was mostly my road.

It took a maximum of 2 minutes to get through.

Me and Domenico, bring our guns up as we walk through the empty warehouse. "Amora?" I call out, searching.

"Amora?!" I call out again.

"Shit." Domenico mutters.

"You take left I will take right" I plan out. He nods and we split up. "Amora?" The warehouse is completely empty.

Completely.

"She's not here." I head Domenico say through the earpiece.

Same along with 15 other people on the radio. 'She's not here' rings through my ears.

She's not here.

I rub the temples of my forehead. "Fuck!" I yell out. Soon enough the call of William Huxley comes on my phone.

"You really think I'll stay in such an obvious place?" He says to me, "jokes on you asshole." He chuckles. "Here, talk to her. Keep your dick calm." He mutters, there were a few moving sounds before her voice came to the phone.

"Enzo." She whispers.

"Amora! Amora baby. I need you to tell me where you are." I say in a panic.

"I don't know." She whispers. "Lorenzo, I made a mistake. I'm sorry-"

"don't you fucking dare apologize to me while you're in a situation." I warn her. "Do you have any idea, love?" I ask her.

"They're going to kill me, Enzo." She mutters as her voice breaks.

"No. No Amora they will not. They wouldn't dare." I say to her, "I have what they want." I say.

They want my Mafia.

I'll give them my fucking Mafia.

"Amora, tell the man holding the phone I have what he wants." I mutter.

There was a moment of silence before she spoke, "Enzo is saying he has what you want." She says in a shaky voice.

I put my hand in a fist. "Well, well, well, about time? I will text you the meeting area Italian man." He says.