It took half a second too long for me to comprehend what I was looking at.
“What the fuck?” I said out loud.
Joseph Gambino somehow bypassed Valentino’s security system and broke into his apartment with Waylen Thompson.
They had Isa.
It felt like my entire world had imploded, leaving nothing but destruction and fire behind, nothing recognizable.
Fucking hell, but they had Isa.
25
ISA
I wokeup in a strange room with a pounding headache.
I didn’t move my head from the pillow, only looked around with my eyes as I tried to think back to the last thing I remembered. My mind was drawing a blank.
What happened?
I didn’t want to move around too much, but even if I didn’t understand my situation, I knew I was in trouble.
I licked my parched lips, my mind moving a million miles an hour until it finally settled on one memory. I was at Valentino’s apartment.
And that one memory opened up a floodgate.
I remembered everything.
The apartment got broken into.
I tried to hide in Valentino’s bedroom.
It wasn’t until I was under the bed that I realized I had left my phone in my purse, which was sitting on his kitchen island.
It didn’t take them long to find me.
I was dragged out from under the bed by a man I didn't know, who had looked at me like…
I clenched my eyes shut, trying to shake off the image of the man, and focused on the fact that Dad had been there with him.
He obviously showed the man where Valentino’s apartment was, where to find me.
I struggled, but it was two against one. It was me against two men who had trained for most of their lives to fight.
I didn’t stand a chance.
My hands moved down to my ribs as I remembered when that man threw me against the dresser in Valentino’s room. The wood had cracked under my weight.
They laughed. Dad had laughed the hardest.
I took in a deep breath and tried to keep the panic from clawing its way up my throat.
It was the same side where Dad had kicked me just a couple of days before.
I winced when I pressed my hand against the soreness.
Did I break it?
