Page 46 of Forgive Me, Father (Don #1)
THIRTY-EIGHT
THE WHITE RABBIT
THREE DAYS LATER
Three days, and no one called. No ransom demand. Nothing. Just an endless silence that gnawed at my bones.
My heart had stopped the moment I realized I couldn’t find her. Now, all that remained was the raw, burning rage—my only fuel, my only purpose.
My father tried to keep me calm, but it was useless. Frederick couldn’t find Kai.
I knew— I knew —the bastard was behind this. Everyone did.
Paulo managed to locate a single camera footage, showing her walking toward her car around five past five.
There was nothing after that. No cameras where she had parked. I couldn’t see if someone had taken her, but I knew someone had. I could feel it in my bones. My wife wouldn’t just vanish.
Nico couldn’t track her phone either—it was dead. Probably discarded somewhere, like she was.
It felt like I was losing my mind. The only thoughts that consumed me were about burning this world to the ground. Nothing, no one, could calm the fury inside me.
I hadn’t slept, hadn’t eaten. The little sleep I managed through short, restless naps only pulled me deeper into the darkness—into the endless worry that clawed at me.
The substance came in the form of my whisky glass.
I made calls to every Don I knew owed me a favor—every single one. Find Kai. Find whoever had my wife.
She was mine, and anyone who laid a hand on her would pay with their life.
Three goddamn days.
Then my phone rang. It was Don Alejandro.
I breathed. Didn’t even answer.
“I found Kai.”
I sat straight in my chair. “Where?”
“He is at the Porta Romano district in Milan. I’ll send you his location. I got word he has a woman.” That got my attention. “Alfonso, if I send you this, my debt is paid.”
“You have my word,” I said, my voice firm. I would honor our deal, no matter what I found. I was a man of my word.
“And if it’s your woman, remember—it was me who told you where he is.”
“Just send me the damn pin,” I snapped, ending the call without another word.
“Nico!”
The door swung open.
My phone buzzed in my hand, and I glanced at the screen. “I got his location. Porta Romano.”
“Bas, Lexi—gather everyone. We leave in five,” Nico barked, swiping and typing at his tablet. “It’ll take us seventeen minutes to get there, boss.”
“Get my Lamborghini. I’ll make it in ten.”
We moved fast—too fast. Down the stairs, Nico already on the phone with her brother, then mine. Tonight, the world would burn. Kai would burn.
Everyone moved in sync, like trained soldiers, ready for war.
Bas tossed me the keys to the Lambo, and I didn’t hesitate. I climbed in, mind only on Camilla and the cold weight of my Glock.
The engine roared to life, tires screeching as I tore through the gates. The GPS recalculated, and I was already planning the route in my head. Seven minutes— I’d make it in seven.
I slammed my foot on the gas, the car surging forward, gliding through the night like a stallion on fire.
He had Camilla. I knew it. What other woman would Kai have if not mine?
Three days . I could only imagine what the sick fuck had been doing to her in that time. I was going to kill him, and I was going to fucking take my time as I ticked off the evil shit he did to my Camilla.
“You have arrived at your destination,” the automated voice informed me.
I looked at the property. The old houses loomed like shadows. Their weathered brick facades half-hidden by the dim streetlights. No sign of life, all of them, little forsaken projects long forgotten.
But I didn’t care. No fucking asshole would ever be scarier than the White Rabbit. Especially not now that my beast had taken control.
I opened my door and climbed out with my Glock in its back holster. I shut my door and took a few steps between the houses.
I needed his sidekick, Mica, to show me where that bastard was.
But the fucking asshole was probably just watching me. Toying with me. Buying time so that Kai could kill Camilla.
A scream cut through the night, sharp and raw.
My insides twisted, pulling in a single direction, my heart.
It was Camilla.