Page 101 of Lord of Ruin
Atlas. Two men. Dark sedan.
That had been enough. I would find the traitorous son of a bitch and when I did, there wasn’t a rock large enough or a hole deep enough for him to crawl into. I planned on ripping him apart inch by fucking inch.
I slammed my hand on the steering wheel before grasping my shirt over my heart. I couldn’t image what she was going through.
If she was still alive.
They’d taken her to get to me but who the fuck was it? Was she being transported to Ireland? I was ready to jump out of my skin.
“Don’t go off halfcocked inside,” he warned.
“And why is that? We’ve nearly torn apart this fucking city. There’s no sign of her and no one is willing to even open their doors to talk to us.”
“That’s because they’re frightened.”
“Of what and whom? Madden is in Ireland. There’s been no sign of his men suddenly making an invasion in Santorini.”
“Word gets around, bro.”
Snorting, I climbed out of the car, glancing around me. I could see people staring out their windows. Or maybe I was just imagining it.
“Uncle Dimitrios has soldiers at the airport, the train and bus stations, and the commercial and residential marinas and the soldiers on the streets are on the lookout for dark sedans,” he continued as he flanked my side.
“Yeah, well, they’re a dime a dozen around here. She’s gone. I feel it.”
“Don’t say that yet. We’re missing something.”
The Brotherhood members had returned before getting even a part of the way out of town to try to decipher the mystery. What I knew for certain was that the longer this went on, the likelier it became I wouldn’t see her again.
That wasn’t acceptable. I would find her, even if I needed to destroy the world in order to do so. I took long strides toward the house, walking inside and almost immediately heading for the bar. I’d yet to have a drink, but if I didn’t calm the fuck down, I’d never be able to think this shit through.
Constantine appeared in the kitchen, the look on his face telling me in no uncertain terms there was no new information. He’d sent ahead a brigade of soldiers to Dublin, but given they’d only left three or four hours before, it would be in the middle of the night before they arrived and there weren’t enough numbers to openly challenge Madden and his increasing number of soldiers.
Everything was stacked against us at this point, including time.
“Nothing new?” Phoenix asked with no inflection in his voice. He certainly didn’t want me to get my hopes up.
“Unfortunately, no. From what we can tell from the cameras placed near Madden’s house, he hasn’t left in almost a full day.”
“Fuck. Fuck,” I hissed, pouring what expensive bourbon I had to choose from, shooting it back in one shot.
“We’ll find her, Stavros,” Constantine added.
“How? With a flashlight and a spear gun?” I laughed bitterly, pouring another glass full.
“The most likely scenario is that she was taken by boat,” Constantine said quietly.
Phoenix exhaled. “He’s right. There are smaller islands less than an hour away by boat from here. You saw it yourself; several fishing boats took off earlier today.”
“Your uncle did contact both the Greek and Turkish Coast Guard, but there’s a lot of ocean to cover.”
I threw a look over my shoulder at the Brotherhood member. “These islands. We need to search them.”
“Also daunting, especially in the dark, Stav,” Phoenix said. “We’ll start in the morning. Uncle Dimitrios has a powerboat.”
“She doesn’t have until morning. I’m positive of it. I can feel it.” I fisted my left hand, bringing it to my forehead. What the fuck were we missing? I thought about every scrap of information and knew there was a clue somewhere. When I pushed away from the counter, heading out of the kitchen, I could see the look of concern on Constantine’s face.
“What are you doing?” Phoenix called from behind me.