Page 107 of His Son's Ex

He tries to muster defiance, but I can see the fear beneath his bravado. “It’s done, Dad. She’s probably sealed Eva’s fate by now. Did you really think you could stroll in here and fix everything?”

I inhale deeply, letting the breath slowly leave my body. My next words are ice-cold and lethal. “Actually, I have another idea.” I yank my phone from my pocket, dialing a number I haven’t used in years. Alex Abramovic answers on the fourth ring.

“Yeah?” Alex’s accent is thick, voice husky.

“It’s Dante Bellacino,” I say, still glaring at Luca. “We need to meet. Tonight. I need men. I’m calling in a favor.”

There’s a brief pause, then, “You’ll hear back from me soon.”

As the line goes dead, Luca’s face goes white. “You have connections with the Abramovics? You can’t be serious. They’re insane.”

My only priority is getting Eva back.

“You’re right, Luca. The Abramovics are insane. But so am I.” I pocket my phone. “Now, you’re going to tell me everything you know about Linda’s plan and where Lombardi’s men have taken Eva. Otherwise, I’ll let the Russians do whatever they want with you.”

Sarah looks panic-stricken, her eyes flicking between us. “Dante, no. You wouldn’t. He’s your son.”

My eyes are locked on Luca. “He ceased being my son the moment he allowed his mother to plan the murder of his unborn and helpless sibling.”

Luca cracks. His mouth falls open in fear and disbelief. He knows Alex Abramovic’s reputation—methodical, cruel, and uninterested in petty alliances. If I give Luca to him as leverage, there’s no telling what horrifying type of interrogation he’d endure.

“You wouldn’t,” Luca echoes his wife’s words, trembling.

“I would,” I say simply. “Tell me where she is. Now.”

He shakes his head, trying to gather himself, but the brave mask has slipped. Fear is etched into every line of his face. “I don’t know. Mom didn’t tell me the exact location. She said she’d text me once it’s done. She’s with Gianni Lombardi and?—”

I grab him by the collar again. “I know you’re lying, you fucking coward.”

He looks like he might cry, eyes darting to Sarah for help. She shrinks back, clearly done defending him. Finally, he whispers, “Gianni has a property in the Bronx.”

“Address. Now.”

Sarah tries to stand, but her knees buckle, and she falls back into her chair. “Luca, how could you this?”

Luca doesn’t respond, fixated on the dark rage in my eyes. “Dad, please, just calm down.”

“Calm down? You’ve aided your mother in kidnapping the woman carrying my child, well aware she is planning on murdering her tonight. And you come here to sip wine with Sarah like it’s no big deal?”

He stammers, “I didn’t know how to stop her. I tried?—"

“Enough.” I slam the table again, making Sarah flinch. “You’ve been a spineless fool your entire life. Did you think being involved in the murder of Eva and our child would help you earn your stripes?”

Tears pool in Luca’s eyes. “I’m sorry.” He mutters the address, then shrinks like a child, but it’s far too late for apologies.

I step back and take a deep breath, forcing down my rage into something functional. “I’m going to the Bronx. If Eva’s been harmed—or worse—I’ll hand you over to Abramovic myself. Understand?”

Luca just stands there, stunned. Sarah, tears streaking her cheeks, looks at me with a mixture of horror and pity. “Mr. Bellacino, please. Don’t do anything rash.”

I shoot her a glare. “Rash? This is me beingrestrained.” I turn to him. “If you have any scrap of loyalty to this family, any spark of humanity left, you’ll pray I find Eva in one piece.”

Before either can respond, I pivot on my heel and push my way through the double doors. As I leave, I can hear Sarah sobbing and Luca sputtering, patrons and staff gawking from every corner.

None of it matters.

The clock is ticking away, and so is Eva’s life—and my baby’s.

CHAPTER 36