“It wasn’t of importance to our business. Honestly, I never even thought of it. It didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things because the Mannos didn’t even register on our radar,” Uncle Lucian answers.
Every muscle in my body tenses as I say, “Let me get this straight. You’re telling me the Cosa Nostra banned the Mannos from New York. Antonio stole from them, and now Rosalie is in fucking enemy territory?”
“That sums it up,” Uncle Lucian mutters.
“Blyad'!” Shooting out of my seat, I walk to the pilot and instruct, “Change direction to New York.”
“Yes, Mr. Vetrov.”
I stalk back to Luca, then anger explodes in my chest, and I kick one of the leather seats.
I yank out my phone and dial Rosalie’s number, but the call immediately goes to an automated message.
“Blyad',” I snap as fear trickles into my heart.
I hurry back to the pilot and ask, “How long will it take?”
“Five hours and forty-five minutes, Mr. Vetrov.”
Christ.
I go back to Luca and lock eyes with my friend, who’s still on a call with his father.
“I’m calling Parisi,” I mutter.
“Don’t,” Uncle Lucian snaps. “It will give them time to think of a plan before you arrive. Also, take the time to calm down. If you get there and the girl is not in any danger, it won’t start an unnecessary war, and you can pretend you just wanted to say hello. If she’s in trouble, the fact that you’re there in person will show them you’re not playing, and they might let her go unharmed.”
He’s right.
Unable to stand still, I start to stalk up and down the short length of the plane.
Christ. I hope to all that’s holy, Rosalie is just visiting with Alissa, and she’s not in trouble.
Or worse,… already dead.
No!
My breathing speeds up at the thought that I might already be too late.
“Rosalie better be alive when I get there,” I say, my voice hoarse from the worry and anger. “Or I’ll wipe out every Sicilian in New York.”
“Let’s pray it doesn’t come to that,” Uncle Lucian says.
“I’ll call you when we know more,” Luca tells his father.
He ends the call, then opens a group chat with Nikolas, Gabriel, and Liam.
“This is a surprise,” Nikolas answers.
“Viktor and I need the three of you in New York,” Luca informs the other members of the Priesthood. “Just as back up.”
“For?” Liam asks.
“Apparently, the Mannos are banned from New York, and they fucking owe the Cosa Nostra money,” I mutter, my tone filled with rage.
“So Rosalie walked right into their hands,” Nikolas says. “That sucks.”
“This happened when you were already the head of the Greek mafia,” I tell Nikolas. “You didn’t know?”