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“Tell me everything.” Dante’s voice commands.
“Our fathers are working for a man named Dimitri, and he has shown an interest in Serena. He wants them to get information on her.” I take a deep breath, needing to steady myself before saying the final words. “It seems like he wants them to take her for him. Whoever this Dimitri is, he has an interest in Serena.”
Dante shares a look with Bastard, silently communicating. Annoyance rears its ugly head that they are saying something without actually saying it. They know something and I need to know to.
“You need to get her far away from here. You know what he is like.” Bastard finally says to Dante.
“I can’t just send her away. I will deal with him myself.” Dante replies.
“Send her home with us. We live on the other side of the country and can keep her safe until this is all dealt with.” Muscle Head chimes in. He is imploring Dante to listen to him.
“Like fucking hell that is happening.” I can’t stop the anger from leaving me.
Why the hell would this guy even suggest that she leave? Does he think any of us would let her leave with three men that she doesn’t know? Who the fuck does he think is?
I take a step forward, ready to knock this guy out, until Dante raises his hand to me. A frustrated growl escapes in response. Dante has ten seconds to fix this shit before I start swinging.
The four of them start talking in Italian, clearly wanting a private conversation. I cross my arms over my chest as I wait for the bickering to end. After a few minutes, I start getting pissed. Like really pissed off.
“Serena isn’t going anywhere. Just tell me what I need to know so I can kill the bastard and keep her safe.” I huff out through gritted teeth.
Stupid Muscle Head for even suggesting we send her away.
“The Dimitri you are speaking of is Dimitri Kozlov,” Bastard says.
A sudden sinking feeling takes over as my worst fear is realized.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.This is the last thing I wanted. I could kill my dad for being so much of a moron that he would get into business with that man. Like I knew he wasn’t the brightest bulb, but this was an all-new low.
“How the fuck did he even know about Serena,” I ask, confused how this guy has Serena on his radar. The fact that he asked for her personally just makes me even more nervous.
If rumors are to be believed- and in this case, I do- Dimitri gets contracts from his clients telling him exactly what they want. He then sends out people to find that. He never receives names, only preferences. So for him to ask for her by name is a major red flag.
“The club. The night you bastardi interrupted, Dimitri was at the bar. He started a conversation with her. I intervened and put an end to it as soon as I noticed, but I assume that it was enough to intrigue him.” Dante runs a hand through his black hair. I can see the anxiety it gives him to know that Serena has another target on her back, and that he wasn’t able to stop it from happening.
“Why the fuck is he even in Richmond?”
“We don’t know. He has made a few appearances here and there but has kept his nose as clean as he can. We do suspect he is behind all the disappearances that have been happening lately. He just never had any solid proof.” Dante sounds defeated.
I understand that. Dante was only fifteen when he took over, and the weight of the world was dropped on him in the process. When we were kids, he used to talk about all the things he would do when he was older and in charge. But the most important one to him was keeping everyone safe.
“And what about our dads?”
“I didn’t know about that. You know I have had my suspicions about them, but never had any proof of anything.”
Something clicks in my head. The girls at the club. The new drugs are being delivered by those Russian men. The random increase in money to our dads’ pockets.
Where are the girls coming through the club, the ones he kidnapped from Richmond? “Do you have any pictures of the girls that have been kidnapped?”
Dante nods his head. He opens a drawer and tosses a large manila envelope on top. I grab it and start sorting through the pictures. Each girl seems to get younger and younger as I flip through them all. The last girl picture makes me want to scream. She can’t be older than twelve years old.
I pull out a picture of a blonde girl roughly the same age as I am. “I recognize her. She was one of the girls who was brought into the clubhouse. The poor girl was fucked up on Z.”
“Z?” Beach bum asks.
“Some drug that Zane demanded we started pushing. It’s nothing good. Makes you lose all sense and become like a zombie. People will do anything you tell them to if they are high on it.”
The three of them start discussing in Italian again. Fuckers. They could at least have the decency to speak in English, so I knew what was going on. But no.
“Marco, I need you to look into any known associates of Dimitri’s. Especially anyone in the state. Maybe he has someone else helping him with all this.” Marco nods his head. “Knowing Zane and the others are involved in this is a big step forward, but it’s clear to me that there is someone else big in play here. I don’t want any more surprises.”
