Page 49 of War Within
Emir groaned, lowering his weapon. Jerking his head toward a window, he indicated he was going to look. I nodded once, confirming.
Leo removed his phone from his pocket. “Boss, I got a location on Jane's phone.” He flipped the screen to me, so I could see. “Didn't Marco buy an apartment here last year? I think it’s over-looking the east of Carpathian Mountain. Yes?”
“Yes.” I lifted a finger to my chin. “Why?”
“Well, the ping is coming from an apartment in that area. I’m not sure if she’s there, but he definitely has her phone.”
Just then, Emir appeared at my side once again.
“Anything?” I folded my arms over my chest.
“No, but I saw members of one of the rival families. Sadly, no Jane, but I took photos, so we can get names.”
“Any sign of my son?”
He shook his head. “No, sir. Sorry.”
I turned to Leo, gritting my teeth. “Leo, kill everyone in there. Emir and I are going to Marco's apartment.”
“What?!” Emir darted his eyes back and forth. “What are you talking about?”
“I’ll explain on the way.” I spun to Leo. “We’ll meet you guys at S.S.O. afterward.”
S.S.O. was our abbreviation for the Serbian Security Office on the premises of my home.
“Leo.”
He twisted around on his heels, cocking his head.
“Leave not one fucking witness.”
With a single nod, he went to gather our men and raid the warehouse.
Marco’s Apartment: Serbia
Knowing I had once been so close to his family, Marco trusted me. The falling out happened shortly after he was born when his father and I were still in college. Still, Marco valued me as a member of his team, knowing in his own mind I would never run back to his family and befriend the guys I once called my brothers.
I had just checked on Jane, per his orders. Entering the billiard room of his luxury, two-story apartment, I remained as quiet as possible as not to upset him. Marco’s temper was so much like his uncle Emilio’s. While Giovanni was the strong, silent type, Emilio made his thoughts known. He did not care whose feelings were obliterated in the process.
Marco was always in deep thought, plotting his next move. He was a smart man, but he was stupid to think he would ever win against Giovanni. It was why he knew he had to stay ten steps ahead or he would get caught.
I knew his father well enough to know, he would not hesitate to kill anyone in his own family if it meant protecting others. While he was extremely dangerous and powerful, he always put his family above his own needs, regardless of what he admitted aloud.
I nestled my hands in my pockets, allowing Marco to speak first.
“How is she?” With his back still turned, his shoulders lifted and fell as he took a deep breath. He was cracking and he knew it.
“Still sedated.” Crossing my arms, I perched against the edge of the pool table.
“Give her more.” Clenching his jaw, he spun around and scowled.
“Sedation?” Remaining stoic, I fought the urge to argue. “That may actually kill her.”
“I said,give her more!” Stomping toward me, he poked my chest like a spoiled child. “I don't care if you and my father know each other. You work for me!” He took a step back, growling. “Do not ever forget that, you sack of worthless shit!”
“I haven't spoken to him in years.” I shrugged, remaining calm. Meanwhile internally, I wanted to force feed him a pile of shit and duct tape his mouth closed.
“Which is why you're trustworthy.” He took a step forward, reaching around my back, patting my shoulder blade. “You hate him as much as I do. I might just even let you be the one to kill him.” A short laugh rumbled in his throat. “You know how much I want to see my father suffer.”
