My anger is rising with every second I’m away from Gabriella and Anthony. I’m going to enjoy making those Russian fucks die.
“I’m on my way,” he tells me. “It should take around two hours. Take care of my girl, Alessio.”
“With my life. I’ll call with any updates,” I say and end the call.
I turn to Dante. The man’s been watching me with caution. Is he wondering if I’ll go off the deep end? I probably will whenever I get my hands on the fuckers who beat my woman and took my child.
“Any update from the men?” I ask, needing someone to give me fucking something. We’re back in my apartment, trying to find a clue, anything that’ll lead us to these fucks.
He shakes his head. “Nothing. Romero is on his way, and Nikolai is talking to Yelena.”
I bow my head. This isn’t fucking good. It’s been an hour since we left the hospital, an hour, and no one has any information. My chest tightens at the thought of not seeing Anthony again.
Dante’s cell rings and hope sparks.
“Makenna,” he tells me and answers it.
“Ales,” Rome calls out as he steps into the apartment. “Fuck, Ales,” he says, his gaze doing a sweep around the broken door.
“Don’t go into the bedroom,” I snarl. “You don’t want to see that shit.”
Of course he doesn’t fucking listen and moves through the apartment. I don’t watch as he goes to my son’s room. That shit is fucking more than enough to give me nightmares for the rest of my life. Gabriella and Anthony should have never been touched.
“Fuck, Ales, is Gabby okay?”
My family are supporting me. It’s a vast change to how things started, but fuck, there’s no more time for anger. Not when Anthony is missing.
“No. She’s been beaten and her leg’s broken. Fuck knows what else.”
“The woman wanted to leave the hospital,” Dante says as he joins us. “She’ll be okay once Ales and Anthony are back with her. Makenna was talking with her, and she gave us something we didn’t have before.”
Nikolai steps back into the room, his gaze on us.
“One of the men who attacked her had a spider tattoo on his shoulder.”
“It’s the sign of a thief who has been in prison,” Nikolai supplies for us. “Whoever it is, has spent some time inside.”
“Gabby also said he’s got a jagged scar down the tattoo. That’s got to give us something. Someone has to know.”
“I’ll call Lena,” Nikolai says. “He’s Russian. She’ll be able to help us find him quicker than anyone.”
“Why is he here?” Romero asks, his eyes narrowed on Nikolai’s back. “I don’t trust that fucking asshole. Not after what he did to Ales.”
“He’s helping us. We’re keeping him close,” Dante snarls. “If he’s involved in this, he’s not escaping from our clutches.”
Hmm. Keep your friends close and enemies closer. Seems as though Dante isn’t messing around.
“So,” Nikolai says as he returns to us. “Lena thinks she knows who it is.”
“Don’t fucking leave us hanging,” I growl. “Who?”
“Taras,” he says as though that’s supposed to mean something to us. “He’s married to Yelena’s cousin.”
I smile. Finally, fucking finally we have some actual information.
“Ah, yes, Annika. The bitch’s husband couldn’t keep the contempt out of his eyes at the last sit down we had with Maksim,” I inform Dante.
Dante nods. “Then we go and pay Taras a visit.”