Page 87 of Dangerous Games

“I’m not, but I need you to fill me in on what you’ve found. Alessio got back to me.”

I stop and turn to face him, dread settling in the pit of my stomach. “What did he find?”

Matteo sighs. “Alessio said her door was kicked in and her place was ransacked. He said the place was a fucking mess.”

“It had to be her dad.”

Matteo nods. “I would agree with you on that. I bet he was looking to find some cash stashed somewhere, didn’t find it, so he went to find her instead. What did Wiz say?”

“He pinged her phone’s location. It’s inside the casino.”

“That motherfucker,” Matteo hisses. “I’m getting really sick and tired of people thinking they can do whatever the fuck they want like we don’t have rules in place.”

My phone vibrates with a text from Wiz. It’s a picture of the building’s layout.

Wiz: I highlighted the area her phone was pinged. Looks like it’s in the area of storage closets or their hotel rooms above. Not sure about a basement.

I show Matteo and wait impatiently as he studies it.

“She could be in a room, but I doubt it. There would be a higher chance of someone hearing her. I can’t see them taking that kind of risk. Hotel walls are thin.”

“There has to be a basement of some sort,” I add.

“We’re about to find out.”

Matteo and I prowl in like we own the place, not giving one single fuck if Dimitri’s men spot us and let him know we’re here.

I keep my hard gaze on finding the target as we weave through the rows of people. If anyone tries to fucking stop me, they’re dead.

“We’ve been spotted. Guy on the left,” Matteo says, his voice low enough for only me to hear.

My gaze slides in the direction Matteo mentioned. To someone who is here for pleasure, he looks like a bouncer casually leaning against the wall, observing everything that’s going on around him, only making himself known if a problem arises. His face is pointed in a different direction, but his eyes are locked on Matteo and me as he talks into his watch, most likely tipping off Dimitri that we’re back.

Good.

Give him all the heads-up he can get because it isn’t going to help him today.

Matteo and I round the corner, heading straight for his office. We don’t knock. There’s no need. He knows we’re here.

The fake look of surprise on his face when he sees us only adds fuel to the fire.

“You two have some—” Dimitri says as if he has any authority right now.

“Shut the fuck up,” I growl, slamming my fists on the desk. Dimitri jumps back in his seat, his eyes widening slightly. “Where is she?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dimitri says as he looks me dead in the eye. “But you need to get the fuck out.”

Dimitri’s hand slowly slides along the desk, searching for something.

I throw my head back and laugh. It sounds manic. “Do you really think a panic button is going to save you right now? Like every single one of your fucking men didn’t watch us walk by? Pathetic,” I sneer.

Dimitri sits up tall in his chair and puffs out his chest. “Don’t stand there and act like you know what’s going on. You don’t know anything,” he hisses. “You’re not as smart as I thought you were if you think those are the only men I have.”

“I think you’re playing a game you don’t know how to play because the way I see it someone would have already been here by now to fuck me up, right?” His eyes waver slightly. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now, I’m going to give you thirty seconds to tell me where Bronwyn is. I know she’s here.”

“I don’t know who Bronwyn is.” Dimitri sticks his chin up.

“Did you not hear me when I said I know she’s here? Her phone is inside this building.”