Her Dad’s Best Friend

Chapter 64

Finally, we pull up outside of a motel.

“Keep your mouth shut while I get a room. I’m locking the car. If you try to get out, it’ll trigger the anti-

theft device. If you scream or shout, you will wish for death when I’m done with you.”

I watch helplessly as she locks me in the car. I can see people outside, but nobody is looking at me. I

only have minutes to act.

I write Iacopo’s phone number on the window of the car with my fingers. I’m hoping that the finger oil Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

will still be there when the car is covered in dew in the morning and people will realize that something’s

wrong. It’s the best I can do right now. If only someone were looking inside of the car…

Chapter Twenty-Five

Failure

Iacopo

When my men have secured the house where we tracked Kelly, nobody besides the security team is

inside. One of my men who used to be a combat medic is making sure that the scumbags don’t bleed

out. We’ll take them in for questioning.

I can see a strand of Kelly’s hair on the white sheets of a bed in a small room. There’s no handle on the

inside of the door. But she’s not there.

“Smell this, sir.”

One of my men brings me a tray. It has a bowl of rice on it. It smells strangely sweet.

“It’s drugged,” I say. My muscles clench when I think about them drugging her. Another man interrupts

my thoughts.

“We think that they took her out the tunnel.”

“Show me.”

Then we’re running down a tunnel which leads to a garage. There a

ren’t any cars here, although there are a few drops of oil on the ground. They haven’t been gone that

long.

“Find her,” I tell my men. “Find my fiancé.”

“We’ll do it, sir.”

I don’t pay attention as my men strategize on how to track her and get her back. I think of her being

drugged and helpless in Mateo’s power. It makes me want to put my fist through a wall.

But anger cannot save her now.

“Sir…I think we’ve found which vehicle they took.”

In a frame, one of my men is holding a shot of two people standing in front of the garage. There’s a

single car in it, a green SUV. Part of the license plate is visible.

“Find out where the car went,” I bark.

“Already on it, sir.”

I can see that they’re relaying the pertinent information through their phones. Wherever they’ve taken

her, I’m going to find them. And I will make them pay for stealing someone on whom they never

should’ve laid a finger.

Two hours later, I’m pacing like a caged tiger. Not knowing where she is, knowing that she’s drugged

and in danger, is making me insane.

“Sir, we think we know where she went.”

“Where?”

“There’s a small town in the desert where there’s a motel.”

“There are a lot of small towns. Lot of motels.”

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