Semua Bab 7 Nights With My Step Brother's Rival : Bab 11 - Bab 20

"You let them take her."Dante spun around. Elena was standing in the shadow of the diner's back entrance, her elegant coat pulled tight against the cold. Her face was unreadable, but her eyes held something that looked like disappointment."I didn't let them do anything." His voice was raw. Dangerous. "I was ten feet away.""And yet here we are." Elena walked toward him, her heels clicking on the wet pavement. "They have the girl. They have your man. And you're standing in a parking lot looking lost.""I'm not lost." Dante's hands were clenched into fists. "I'm thinking.""Then think faster. I saw them take her. Two men, both armed, professional. They walked in through the kitchen, grabbed her while Betty was distracted, and had her in a van before anyone noticed." Elena pulled out her phone and showed him a blurry photo. A white cargo van, no plates visible. "They went north. Toward the bridge."Dante stared at the image. His chest felt like someone had wrapped steel bands around i

"You can't go to Pier 17."Elena was blocking the door of the storage unit, her arms crossed. In the harsh fluorescent light, she looked exactly like Dante's father when he was about to put his foot down. Same stubborn jaw. Same iron will."Move," Dante said. His voice was rough. Raw from the video call he'd just watched. From seeing Sienna tied to that chair with Lorenzo's hands on her."No." Elena didn't budge. "Walking into Lorenzo's trap isn't brave. It's suicide. And suicide doesn't save anyone.""Then what do you suggest? We sit here and wait while he does God knows what to her?" Dante's hands clenched into fists. "Every second we waste, she's in that warehouse with him.""I know." Elena's voice softened slightly. "But your father didn't raise a fool, Dante. And I didn't spend fifteen years collecting evidence just to watch you throw your life away.""My father's dead because of Lorenzo." The words came out like broken glass. "And now he has Sienna. He has Marcus. He has Arthur

The shipping container smelled like rust and dead fish.Dante hit the metal floor hard, his shoulder screaming in protest. The guards had thrown him in like a bag of garbage. A second later, Sienna was shoved in beside him. She stumbled, nearly fell, but caught herself against the corrugated wall.Then Elena. She landed more gracefully, already scanning their prison even as the guards dragged in the last prisoner.Marcus.Dante's driver and head of security looked like he'd been through a meat grinder. His face was bruised beyond recognition. One eye was swollen shut. Blood crusted on his shirt from wounds Dante couldn't see in the darkness.But he was alive.The metal door slammed shut with a sound like thunder. The lock clicked. Heavy. Final.Darkness swallowed them whole.For a moment, no one moved. No one spoke. There was only the sound of breathing. Ragged. Uneven. And from somewhere near the wall, a soft, broken sound that took Dante a second to recognize.Crying.His eyes adj

The drive to the Hamptons took two hours.Elena drove in tense silence, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. Marcus was passed out in the back, finally succumbing to exhaustion and pain medication. And Dante sat in the passenger seat, checking and rechecking the handgun they'd found in the SUV.Sienna stared out the window. Watched the city give way to suburbs. Then to the sprawling estates of old money. Places where people had so much wealth they didn't know what to do with it except build bigger houses and taller walls."Tell me about the beach house," Dante said quietly.Sienna blinked. Came back to the present. "Why?""Because we're walking into God knows what. And I'd like to know the layout. Exits. Hiding spots." He set down the gun. "And because you look like you're about to break. Talking helps."She almost smiled. Almost. "You want the tactical briefing or the trip down memory lane?""Both."Sienna took a breath. Let it out slowly. "It's huge. Three stories. Eight bedr

The interrogation room was cold.Sienna sat in a metal chair at a metal table under fluorescent lights that made everything look washed out and lifeless. Her hands were cuffed in front of her. Not because she was under arrest. Because it was procedure.At least that's what the agent who put them on had said.She'd been sitting here for three hours. Maybe four. Time had stopped meaning anything around the second hour when the questions started blurring together.The door opened. Agent Chen walked in with a file folder and two cups of coffee. He set one in front of Sienna. "Black. No sugar. That okay?""I don't care." Her voice was hoarse from talking. From crying. From screaming at Julian in that bedroom before the FBI had separated them.Chen sat down across from her. Opened the folder. "Let's go over this one more time.""I've told you everything." Sienna's head was pounding. "Three times. Four times. I don't know what else you want from me.""I want the truth." Chen's voice was pat