Page 128 of Poison and Wine

His face grew ashen. “Someone took her?”

After I nodded, he took out his phone and began frantically pushing buttons. “Got her.” He furrowed his brows. “Looks like they’re heading towards the North End.”

“Little Italy is out that way,” I murmured. Deep within me, I’d known from the moment Caterina had been taken there was no way it was random. Someone wanted to get to me, and they were using her to do it.

Dare glanced up from his phone. “We haven’t pissed off any local Famiglia have we?”

I shook my head. “There’s only one fucker who would dare to pull this shit.”

At the image forming in my mind, I knew I needed to call Rafe. Just as I reached for my phone in my pocket, it rang. After snatching it out, Rafe’s name flashed across the screen. As soon as I accepted the call, I questioned, “Rafe?”

“Why the fuck didn’t you text me back?”

“Excuse me?”

“I sent you a couple of SOS texts.”

Fuck. I’d ignored the texts earlier in the club thinking that they were from Caterina. “What’s wrong?”

“I was calling to warn you. I just found out from an informant at Logan Airport that my father’s jet landed there about an hour ago.”

“I knew it was him,” I hissed.

Silence echoed back on the line before Rafe sucked in a harsh breath. “What do you mean?”

“Some of his men just grabbed Caterina off the street right outside one of our clubs. I thought it was him, but now there’s not a question in my mind.”

“That fucking bastard!” Rafe growled.

Dare grabbed my shoulder—his face grim. “We just lost the tracker.”

“Lost it because of a bad area or it’s compromised.”

“It’s been obliterated.”

My chest constricted in a volatile mix of fear and frustration. “Fucking hell!” I bellowed.

“What’s happened?” Rafe questioned.

“The tracker I put in Caterina is gone. Before we lost contact, they were heading towards Little Italy. Any idea where he might be taking her?”

“After your shooting, he iced me and the others out of any business dealings. I’m texting Gianni now to hack into his business records to see what he can find in that area.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

“Look, I’m almost to the hanger now, and I’ll be in the air within ten minutes.”

Gripping the phone tighter, I snarled, “I can’t fucking wait for you!”

“What the fuck are you going to do without an address?”

“The North End is a mile long neighborhood. I’ll have my men start branching out from the last ping on the tracker down to the wharf.”

“Already on it,” Dare replied, furiously texting.

“He could be taking her to the airport,” Rafe said.

“You don’t think I haven’t already thought that? Give me some fucking credit.”