Page 56 of Mafia Love

Tag retaliated to Agent Peterson and his men indeed, and she got caught in the crossfire. Not just her. Tag’s boys too.

In one flash he lost it all.

His family, and her.

I lost her.

My plan to exact revenge had ruined everything and set off the chain of events that followed me right to this point where these crazy people had taken my daughter. The last precious thing I had left in this world.

The phone ringing on my desk cut into my thoughts. My five minutes were probably up, and normally, I wouldn’t have answered it, but I did now because of the situation.

“Hello, old friend.” It was Tag. How convenient.

“Why are you calling me?”

I wasn’t going to waste time talking shit.

“Just checking in. I got word your boys made it out of the facility. I’m impressed.”

“Really?” This was me bullshitting him. Truthfully, I knew from the way Luc had explained what went down that neither he nor Claudius would have made it out alive without Maurice and Amelia’s friends.

“Yes, really. Shows they have some balls. Two guys against a pack. Next time, they won’t be so lucky.”

Something sparked in me. It was his comment.Two guys against a pack.

Meaning he didn’t know about the cops and Maurice.

“Oh yeah. When is next time?” More testing. I wanted to see if we could really harness the element of surprise.

“I’m about to tell you. We meet at eight. Bring the diamonds.”

We’d be there a lot sooner than fucking eight.

“Where?” I asked pointedly.

“Clever, clever. I’ll tell you closer to the time. Sit tight till then.”

Good, we had the element of something. A window of some opportunity. We could be at Peyton in three hours. That would take us to around four. If we went through the old section of the prison like Cora suggested, we could get into the facility and catch them by surprise.

As to what would happen after that, I didn’t know. I didn’t know how I’d fare, but that didn’t matter.

The two women I loved more than life itself had told me they hated me.

Before Amelia got taken, she’d given me that look of hate again, and it crushed me. I didn’t know how she felt or what they were doing to her. It was all my fault.

There was one thing I needed to know though. One thing I had to know, and this was the perfect opportunity.

“You haven’t said yet. How did you figure it out?” I asked.

“Millicent.”

Great, confirmation of what I’d feared.

“Right.”

“But you knew that and didn’t want to believe it, just like how you didn’t want to believe that your marriage was over.” He gave me a sinister laugh.

A knife straight to my heart. I’d bet he loved that my wife chose him over me.