33
Aurielo
What the fuck just happened?
Francesco runs toward the vehicle that just plowed into the fire hydrant, spraying water everywhere.
It caught me off-guard.
So did Karina.
After the initial stun of the car accident, I spin around to make sure Ashton is all right, and Karina is rushing him across the lawn into a waiting vehicle.
Shit.
She played me.
“Aurielo!” Francesco shouts for me.
I can’t deal with whatever it is he needs right now. Call 9-1-1 if the driver needs medical assistance.
I chase after the vehicle, and just as I get close enough to grab for the door handle, she bolts into traffic, nearly causing a four-car collision to get away.
I swear if she hurts a hair on my son’s head, she’ll pay.
“Aurielo!” Francesco calls for me again. His voice is distant, and I grumble and hustle to the opposite side to see what the hell the commotion is all about.
Fuck it.
Ivy Cole. Karina’s twin sister.
“I’ll get the car,” Francesco says as he jets out across traffic, running a couple of blocks toward the hospital’s parking lot. He’s on the same page as me.
“You did this on purpose,” I snarl as I rush toward the red SUV.
Ivy is slumped forward. Her head must have hit the steering wheel or the window. There’s a gash across her forehead and blood along her hairline.
Her eyelids flutter open at the sound of my voice. She smiles as blood drips down her cheek. “You’ll never find her.”
* * *
“I won’t tell you anything,” Ivy says.
We hauled her ass out of the vehicle and into our car, taking her with us back to the compound for interrogation.
Forced into a chair in the prison basement, her bare feet slide against the cold cement floor.
“You can’t keep me in here forever.”
She is so much like her sister.
Which one of them is older?
It doesn’t matter. My interrogation isn’t about her.
“Where did your sister take my son?” I seethe, standing over her.
Ivy’s hands are tied behind her back, bound with rope. I cleaned up the gash on her forehead with a damp rag and alcohol to let her feel a dash of pain.