Page 179 of Unchained

“No. Literally nothing. They probably picked one of the only derelict spaces in LA to land. Closest point is a cemetery. Already checked there; no one,” Mikhail confirms.

Dom is typing on his laptop, pulling up the coordinates Enzo sent over.

“Keep scoping out the area,” I instruct Mikhail.

Dom slams his fists on the table. “Where are you, G?” he mutters to himself.

I grip the back of the chair. Jett is pacing around the room like a caged animal.

Hunter puts down the phone and storms over to Dom. “Terzo. Do you recognize that name?” Hunter asks.

“That’s one of my uncles. They’re in Italy. We flew Dad's body back to them to bury,” Dom answers.

Hunter chews on the inside of his mouth. “Well, he ain’t anymore. A private jet owned by him landed three hours ago.”

“Is Enzo tracking them?” I cut in.

Hunter nods. “The closest location we can get is Fabio’s old mansion.”

The blood drains from my head, and I have to hold myself upright. My mind goes to the darkest place. If her father treated her like he did, what the fuck are her uncles capable of?

“That’s about ten minutes out from where the chopper landed,” Dom adds. He sits back in his chair, tapping the table with his finger. “We need to get down into the tunnels. Fuck.”

He grimaces as he realizes, and the blood drains from my face.

“Miki. Did you catch that?” I ask, placing my phone on the table on speaker.

“Loud and clear. How do we enter the tunnels? How many entrances and exits? I need more intel before I send my men down into a death trap, Colt.”

I swallow. I know I ain’t going to like this answer. “Dom, what the fuck are down in the tunnels?”

“How much of our childhood did Gianna tell you?” he replies.

My body completely stiffens. “Some. I assume she missed some pieces.”

“Our father used to lock her in underground prisons. The same damn place he would torture grown men. They’d beat her nearly to death sometimes. All of our houses have links to the tunnel systems, as well as some warehouse spaces.”

What the hell do they want with Gianna? Why would they do this to her?

“How many fucking entrances, Dom?” Jett doesn’t try to keep his cool.

“Dom, get us the coordinates for all the tunnels. Enzo needs them; he can coordinate an attack with Mikahil now,” Hunter adds, phone to his ear with his line to Enzo.

Dom turns the screen to us. “Enzo, can you see my screen?” he asks.

Hunter puts him on speaker on the table, beside my phone with Mikhail on the line.

“Yes. I see.”

Dom starts moving the cursor over different locations. “Mine. Gianna’s. My father's. Max. Fabio. A warehouse here.”

How fucking far do these tunnels run under LA?

“Got it. Any more?” Enzo asks.

Dom frowns, rubbing a hand over his face. “I can’t think of any more. I haven’t been down there in ten years.”

My blood boils. “And how long since Gianna has been there?” I ask.