Page 56 of Dirty Behavior

Is that Dante?

“Let him go, Remo!” I screamed, stomping my foot on the floor.

“Of course I will. . .” Pausing, I could still hear the scuffling and abuse in the background. “When you're back where you belong. . .With me.”

“Let him go!”

“You know where I am, you know how to save him. You have two hours to get your ass here or I'll kill him, Ivy. Do you want that kind of blood on your hands?”

I wanted to reach through the phone and fucking choke him. How could he hold me responsible for this?

My voice was gone, I wasn't going to say another word to Remo.

“Two hours, Ivy.”

Click.

He was gone.

My heart was racing, adrenaline had hit my veins, every nerve in my body was firing off like a static charge.

He's not getting away with this.

I won't let him.

I didn't even have to think about what I was going to do. Remo had gotten to Dante, he had taken him from me. I wasn't going to stand for this type of shit anymore.

My fuse had blown, no amount of fear would stop me from helping the man I love, the father of my child.

Dante had done everything in his power to protect me.

Now it was time for me to do the same.

Glancing around the kitchen, I spotted the woodblock tucked snugly in the corner. Storming to the counter, I yanked out the largest blade inside.

How am I going to get there?

Dante had the car, and there was no way I could walk that far in two hours. My feet started moving between the rooms downstairs. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, I wasn't sure if I'd find it.

But I wasn't giving up. I'd walk it if I had to.

Going door to door, room to room, I stopped short. The garage. Tucked away inside, covered under a thick, tan tarp was a car.

Bolting through the doorway, I frantically tore the paper off the present. The windows were tinted the color of charcoal, a soft layer of dust had muddied up the paint. Smiling, I walked around the car and let my finger leave a trail through the dust.

My luck was changing, the world around me that seemed so determined to bury me alive was lifting its harsh hands.

Perfect.

Tearing the door open, I ran my hands across the visor, feeling under the mat and searching any spot I thought the keys might be tucked away.Nothing.Standing in the cold garage, my hands fell to my hips.

They have to be here somewhere.

But where?

I wasn't going to leave any stone unturned. The keys were there, they had to be. All I had to do was find them. Bending back over, I was eyeing the inside when I spotted something.

There was a small flower-shaped air freshener hanging off the rearview mirror.