Dirty Dom(28)

“Tell me everything Johnny.” I’m calm. Deadly calm. Suddenly, I don’t feel a fucking thing from my hang over. All I see is red.

“I got a text. A video. They have your girl, Rebecca.”

“Who and where?” That’s all that matters. I just need that and I’ll get her back. She’s mine. I don’t give a fuck what she said last night in the heat of the moment. I don’t give a fuck if she pushes me away again.

She’s mine.

“De Luca.” I hear Johnny swallow and that pisses me off. I wait for more while I climb out of bed and throw on the first clothes I find. Sweats and a white tee.

I snarl into the phone, “where!” He better fucking know.

“We’re on it now.” My hand tightens around the phone and I have to close my eyes. My shoulders rise and fall with my angered breaths.

“Someone decided to send us a message. To send me a message. And they didn’t give any instructions? You aren’t able to track the message?”

“It-It’s just a video.” My blood turns to ice. A video means there’s something to see. Fuck, no. I wait for more. I don’t want to ask.

“They roughed her up, Dom.” I can’t breathe. I swallow down my heart that’s trying to climb out of my throat.

“She alright Johnny?”

“She’ll be alright. I promise you Dom. We’ll get her back and she’ll be alright.” I wanna ask, but I can’t. I just need to get to her. I need to see for myself.

“What about her son?” A panic spreads through every inch of me. He’s just a child. They better not have touched him.

“Preschool. He’s still in class.”

“Get him out now. Give him to Ma and don’t let either of them out of your sight. You hear me Johnny?”

“I got you Boss. I’m on it.” Damn right he is. No harm is coming to her son. No one’s hurting him. Over my dead body.

“We’ve got to find Becca now Johnny. How long ago did the video come in?”

“Fifteen minutes.” He’s quick to answer.

“How long does Tony need?” I ask with a calmer voice than I thought I could manage. I shove my shoes on and walk out the door with my keys in my hand. I don’t know where to go. I don’t know where she is. But I can’t fucking sit around just waiting. I need to do something.

I’m the reason she’s in this mess.

“Any minute. We’ll know any minute now.” He answers.

“I’m calling Tony. Call me the second you hear anything.”

“I will, Boss.”

I hang up the phone and quickly dial Tony’s number. As I listen to it ringing, the full weight of everything crushes my chest.

It’s my fault.

I led them to her.

I must have. I couldn’t stay away. I ruined her.

My eyes close as the phone goes to voice mail. Because of me, she may be dead right now.



“You sure this is it?” I’ve got two guns on me in the holsters and another in my lap. I chamber the round and sit forward in my seat looking at the run down warehouse. They better fucking be in there. It’s been forty minutes. That’s too fucking long. I watched that video over and over, looking for any kind of clue. My gut sinks and my fists clench. My poor Becca. She doesn’t deserve this shit. I got her into this mess and I’m gonna get her out.

“This is it boss.” Johnny answers. Vince leans between the two seats as the car behind us parks.

“Time to kill some De Luca fuckers.”

“Let’s go.” I’m the first out of the car. If they’ve got eyes on the parking lot, they’re gonna see us coming. There’s no way around it. It’s a warehouse in the middle of no where on a huge concrete pad with a run way for planes. There’s no hiding. No getting in or out undetected.

I hear the guys get out and come up behind me as another one of our cars pulls in. I don’t wait though. I’ve waited long enough. All of us will come. The entire family is coming to kill these fuckers. You don’t mess with one of us and get away. We’ll find you. We’ll hunt you down and make you pay.

That’s what we do.

Jack is the only one not here. But he’d be here if he could. I know he would.

We make a V, with me leading the way to the large steel double doors. There’s a chain and a lock on it. Anthony comes up behind me with the bolt cutters while we all keep our guns raised. The heavy steel chain drops to the ground with a loud clank and he quickly bends and pulls it away so I can pull the doors apart. They open with a loud groan.

They definitely know we’re here.

A cold sweat breaks across my body. They better not of touched her. That image that flashed through my mind yesterday, of her cold and dead on the ground, it flashes into my vision. I try to blink it away, but it won’t. I shake my head and grind my teeth. My gun held high. The huge room is empty. Concrete floors that are run down, but bare. No place to hide. Which is good and bad. It’s two stories with a racketing thin hall lining the upper level. It’s made of wire mesh flooring so each inch is visible. Six doors on each level. Two on each side and the back wall.