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Javan's pov

It's been a week! A week! Where the fuck is she!? The king's men have been looking for her and all her allies, which is almost every Mafia. How was she so well liked?

"Javan."

"What!?"

I snapped at the person standing at my office door. Then I saw who it was and apologized.

"Sorry love."

I stood and walked over to my fiance. I wrapped my arms around her and stood there just hugging her.

"Kian and Rhys called...They were sent a photo if you want to see it they're downstairs with everyone else."

Avery talked slow and quitely to me.

"Okay."

She took my hand and lead me to everyone else.

"Mr.Rivera."

Kain greeted me.

"Prince Kain. I heard you guys got something."

"Yes. Here."

Rhys handed me his phone. It was my muffin. She seemed to be doing fine saying she was asleep on a bed. But I noticed the bruises and cuts on her arms and cheek.

"Track the photo back to the number that sent it. We are getting her back."

I said to no one in particular. Everyone started to work besides me, Ave, and the princes.

"Jay we'll get her back. Don't stress yourself to much baby."

Avery comforted me as I put my head on her shoulder.

"Micah always talked highly about his niece. Who would be after her?"

Kian asked me. I shrugged.

"Who knows? Almost every group is looking for he-Have we heard anything from Canada? I know Micah and them never really agreed and often attacked eachother."

"No. We haven't."

I stood and contacted my team that was tracking the photo. It took and hour until they tracked the photo to a warehouse that was a days drive away. I guess we're driving to Venice.
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Victoria's pov

All honesty I thought being kidnapped was going to be worse. That lady from day one has been giving me food and water, and she let's me know what time and day it is. It's been a week. I have my dress from the ball, sweats and a hoodie. I also have shorts. The bad part of it is I know my kidnapper. Jack. He's only visited me a handful of times. Every time he hits or cuts me. I'm just glad he hasn't tried to rape me again. I haven't been told why I'm even here though. As if the gods had heard my prayers the door opened.

"Look I'm going to get straight to the point. He needs you so he can get your brothers and the Royals. He knows your family is close."

"Hmm..."

I hummed in response.

"Anyway, I'm hear to take you to the bathroom. It's been a few hours."

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