Bound To The Mafia
“No plates, no identifiable markings, and they killed the street cam right after. But for a second, before they cut the feed, we got a partial shot of Gabriel.”
A dark, lethal calm settled over me. “Send it.”
Seconds later, my phone vibrated. I opened the file, and there he was—Gabriel fucking Rossi. Standing near the van, his face partially obscured, but it was him.
“Location?” I asked.
“The last readable frame puts them near an old industrial site outside the city,” Rafael said. “It’s remote—good place to hide someone if you don’t want them found.”
Hot Chapters