Page 50 of The Bonventi Hitman

"Are you going to talk to me, or should I just kill you?" I ask.

"Idi na hui."

"Wait. Wait. I think I just remembered what that means. Go fuck yourself, right?"

The man laughs, showing his blood-stained teeth.

"Well," I say and put the gun up to his eye and press firmly, "let's see what kind of mess this makes."

The man's head knocks back, and his body follows as he crashes onto the ground. His head hits the cement and makes a distinctive noise, one that once you hear it, you'll always be able to recognize. It was the only audible noise heard, as the silencer kept the gun quiet.

It is my turn to smile. "You go fuck yourself."

I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone.

"What the hell."

I have five missed calls and three text messages from Luca that all say:

CALL NOW!

CALL NOW!!

CALL NOW!!!!

It's not like Luca to be so persistent, which means something must be wrong.

I quickly call Luca back, my fingers trembling as my mind races as to what could be the issue.

"Gabriel," he says, his voice shaky and full of worry. "Thank God I've got a hold of you."

"What's going on?" I ask, my concern growing. "Why all the missed calls and texts?"

"It's Sofia," Luca says, his voice cracking. "I'm worried she's dead or something bad has happened to her."

My chest tightens, and I feel like my blood has left my body. "Dead?" I repeat, barely able to comprehend the word.

My mind starts spinning, and I feel like the warehouse is caving in on me.

I'm unable to catch my breath.

"What do you mean dead?" I say, my tone strong and loud.

"Your location, the attempted job, it all might have been a decoy, some kind of trap. I, I don't know. Shit, they planned a double hit—one there and a personal attack against us."

My grip tightens on the phone, and coldness sweeps over me so quickly that I feel like shaking. "Who? What? I don'tunderstand?" I ask, rubbing my forehead with the back of my hand, still holding onto my gun.

Luca hesitates for what seems like forever. "They took out three of our people, Goddammit. Plus, two mistresses and a wife."

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, but I force myself to stay focused. "Names?"

"Massimo and Vic, plus their girls Gina and Elizabeth," Luca says, his voice heavy. "And Dante's wife, Clara, who was with them."

I clench my jaw, barely containing my rage. The Russians have shown no mercy. Targeting us is one thing, but women?

"Okay, so Sofia. What about Sofia?"

Luca hesitates again, and my heart feels like it's going to explode as I listen to him breathing. "That's why I've been trying to reach you. I don't know where she is. She wasn't at the Capstone when I sent men there. I think they might have taken her."