Page 69 of Dirty Behavior

She's fucking gone.

My hands clenched by my sides as I doubled check every single room, trying to wrap my head around what was going on. Walking into the hall, my toe kicked something hard. Stopping dead in my tracks, my head dropped to the floor.

No. No. No.

Stooping over, I picked up my phone. The screen was black, cracked in the corner. Turning it on, I scrolled through it and spotted a number I didn't recognize. It was incoming, three calls, three calls from a number I had never seen before.

He took her.

He fucking stole her from me!

A footstep echoed over my shoulder, my ears popping at the soft noise. Reaching for my gun, I felt nothing but naked skin.

Shit, I left it in the car.

Tilting my head, I balled my hands, ready to spring to life. I was going to fight, eager to unleash this rage inside of me. If Remo thought he could just come in here, come into my home and take Ivy—take my baby. . .

He was fucking wrong.

Spinning on my heel, I threw my arms up, charging forward. A deep rumble left my lips as I lunged forward. Running at full speed, I didn't look up, I didn't make eye contact, I just charged.

The intruder toppled backwards, landing on his back. His hands came up to block his face as my fingers curled around his throat.

“Dante! Dante! It's me, it's Sesto!” Using his fingers as a shield, he ducked in and out of view. “It's just me!” His voice came out hard and gruff through tight lips.

Freezing, my fingers were rough, tempting his throat to stay open. “Why the fuck are you here?” Squeezing down harder, I spoke low. “I thought I told you to never come back?”

“I'm here to help.” Sesto's hands splayed out, holding up a white flag. “That's all, I'm here to help you.”

“Why the fuck should I believe you?” I wouldn't let him go, I couldn't.

He had betrayed us before, he could be doing the same now. I didn't trust him for shit.

But I didn't have time for this right now, I had to find Ivy. Slowly peeling my hand off his neck, Sesto rubbed the swelling muscle.

“Dante, you and me, we want the same thing. I can help you.”

“Yeah, right. You can help me like you helped yourself, asshole.” Leaning back, I stayed static on his waist, not letting him up. “Ivy's gone, I need to find her, I don't have time to play therapist with you, Sesto.”

“I know, I know she's not here.”

My mouth went taut, rolling into a deep frown. “What the fuck do you mean you know?” Lowering my face closer to his, I threw my hand into his hair and yanked his head back. “How the fuck would you know?”

Sesto's teeth ground down as his face cringed. “Will you just let me up, I'll tell you everything. Fuck, Dante, I'm not the enemy here.”

Throwing his head down, it hit the floor hard. The thud vibrated up my legs as I stood. “Start talking.”

Sitting up on his elbows, Sesto rubbed the back of his head. “She went to Remo's, I sa—”

“Fuck you!” I yelled, shoving him back down. “You're a fucking liar! I knew you were a fucking liar! He stole her! He came here and took her!” My fist was pulled back to my ear, ready to barrel down into his face.

There was no way in hell she would go there willingly. How the fuck could she?

Why the hell would she?

She might have hated him, but she wasn't stupid. She knew better than to go there by herself, she had to protect our baby.

I didn't believe a fucking word of it, Sesto hadn't seen shit.