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“I have to go,” I tell Bastian.

“Bella, wait.” His commanding voice stops me from hanging up. “Don’t leave. I will send help to you.”

I think about the threats from my uncle and Dante. I shake my head. “No, no I need to do this alone.”

“Bella, you need help.”

“No, Bastian. I know who did this. I know who took her.” I start to mumble as I keep the tears at bay. “How did they know where to find me? He shouldn’t have known.”

“Bella, stay where you are. I will head there right now.”

“No. Don’t,” I say as I gather my thoughts. “Take care of Cam. I need to go see my uncle.”

“He could kill you.”

“If he wanted to kill me, he would have already done it. He wants Kilian. And this is the only way he can get to him.”

Bastian sighs into the phone. “I’ll text you my number. If anything seems to be off, contact me right away.”

“Thank you,” I say and hang up the phone.

Fury rages through my veins.

I will not let my family have this power over me.

* * *

“So many surprise visitors this week,” Dante says as I walk through the front door of my family’s estate. I ignore his statement. No idea what he means. Nor do I care.

“Where is Giancarlo?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asks me as he takes in my bitter face.

I pull a gun out of my bag and aim it at him, apparently the guards don’t check family for weapons. “Tell me where he is.”

Dante laughs in my face. “You think I am going to let you see him when I know you’re armed?” I drop the gun and hand it to him. He smirks at me as he shoves it in the back of his pants. “He’s in his office.”

I nod at him and walk down the hall. I’m surprised to see his door open, so I walk through it and shut it behind me.

“Mirabella.” He looks up at me when the door clicks. “What a pleasure to see you finally decided to join the family.”

“Where’s my daughter?”

“You know, I spoke with Kilian recently,” he says, ignoring my question.

What the hell was Kilian doing talking to Giancarlo?

“You seem to have the wrong idea about him,” Giancarlo says as he stands and heads to the bar cart to pour a drink. “Your little lover struck a deal with me. I let him choose between you and The Partners. Can you guess what he chose, Mirabella?”

I stay silent as he sneers at me, his eyes like the devil himself. The burns and scars on his face like a demon.

“It wasn’t you or your daughter. He chose his job over you. I promised him I would hand over the weapons we stole if he left you alone and never contacted you again. And I would refrain from killing you for your treason against this family.”

“He would never do that,” I yell. But in the back of my mind, I wonder if it’s true. He hasn’t returned any of my calls.

“He would to save the life of his daughter.” A devilish grin takes over my uncle’s face.

“You would never kill her. That’s your niece. Now tell me where—”