“Then where the hell could she be in the middle of the fucking night? I should have fucking come by and checked on her earlier,” Valentino said.
“It’s not your fault. We’ll find her. Go to Santino. If those MC fuckers got Isa, they wouldn’t stay quiet about it. Santino would have heard something. Matteo is with me now. We’re going to drive around some of the more likely places she could be. We’ll find her, Valentino.”
“We better.”
The line went dead, and I turned to Matteo.
“Who’s missing?” he asked.
“Isa.”
“Fuck. Let’s go.”
We stepped out of the bar and into the cool night air. I looked around, feeling my mind in a fucking jumble. I was usually more levelheaded than this, but fuck if I was thinking clearly enough now.
If anything happened to her…
I didn’t know.
Please don’t let anything happen to her.
“Are you okay?” Matteo asked when I didn’t say anything for a long moment.
I didn’t answer him, trying to remember some of the places Waylen Thompson was known to hang around in. I had learned everything there was to know about the fucker since Massimo mentioned his name. And the things I knew…
He wasn’t exactly known for his fair treatment, especially of women or children, for that matter. A known misogynist who had done time before for beating an ex-girlfriend within an inch of her life.
I closed my eyes briefly, trying to resist the urge to ram my fist against the side of the building.
“What if they have her?” I asked Matteo.
He didn’t say anything for a beat, his eyes roaming my face as if he didn’t know how to react to that. “We don’t know that.”
I shook my head. “Then where the hell could she be? And why the fuck wasn’t she in her room in the first place?”
He placed his hand on my shoulder. “I don’t know. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Where should we look first? And do you want to call Massimo and Romeo? We could have a few more soldiers out on the street.”
“Yes,” I said as we walked to my car, just parked down the street. “And we can start at the bar Waylen Thompson is known to frequent.”
“You really think he has her?” Matteo asked, pulling out his phone.
“I don’t know,” I said. While I wouldn’t put it past Thompson to do this shit to try and mess with us, it didn’t make sense to target Isa at all.
Matteo stopped walking when we were about halfway to my car. I turned to look back at him. “What?”
“I don’t think Thompson has her,” he said, looking at something to his left. I followed his gaze and pulled up short when I found Isa there, sitting on the edge of a water fountain, beer bottles nearby.
What the fuck?
“Isa!” I called out.
She startled at the sound of her name, her head moving frantically as she tried to find the source of the sound. Her eyes connected with mine as I rushed over, with Matteo close behind.
I could already tell she was drunk before I got near her. She tilted her head back and looked up at me with a soft smile, her blue eyes glazed over.
What the fuck happened here?
“Elio, you’re here,” she said, placing the beer bottle down and making a small reaching motion for me. I grabbed her hands and bent down so that we were at eye level, letting my gaze take her in, trying to look for injuries. She didn’t look hurt.
