Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
My eyes follow the man as he’s forced through the warehouse and up the steps. Carlo brings him to a stop a couple of feet away from me. Letting go of the railing, I turn to Harlan and take in his sorry state.
“You have thirty minutes,” I mutter.
Harlan’s eyes snap to my face, and I see the hatred burning in them.
He wishes he could kill me.
I let out a chuckle. “Don’t fuck this up for Skylar. She’s really looking forward to seeing you.” Unable to resist fucking with the man, I add, “I’d hate to see my woman upset.”
Harlan’s eyes widen with a mixture of rage and disbelief.
I nod toward the office, and Carlo shoves Harlan so he’ll move.
The moment Harlan enters the office, I hear a strangled sob from Skylar. “Daddy!”
I walk closer to the door, and locking eyes with Carlo, I say, “You can leave.”
As Carlo heads back to the steps, I watch Skylar and Harlan hugging each other. They’re just crying, not saying a word.
I leave the door open, and walking a couple of feet away, I lean back against the wall so I can listen to their conversation.
For the longest moment, all I hear is Skylar crying. My heart squeezes in my chest, and I lower my head and stare at the metal landing beneath my feet.
The uncontrollable rage I felt toward Skylar has faded over the past two weeks, but the sight of Harlan still pisses me off.
“Are you okay?” I hear Harlan ask.
“I’m fine, Daddy.” She takes a shuddering breath. “You don’t look okay. I never see you eating.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“I can see and hear you on a live stream. Renzo somehow planted cameras in the mansion. The kitchen, living room, my bedroom, and by the staircase. I get to see you and Louisa.”
There’s a moment’s silence again, then Skylar whispers, “You need to eat. Stop sitting in my bedroom. It breaks my heart seeing you like that.”
Harlan doesn’t respond to what his daughter just said but instead asks, “Has he hurt you?”
“No. Not once. I spend my days cooking and watching the live stream.”
Oh, so my little mouse has been watching the live stream more than I thought.
“He also has a nurse come over to give me my regular checkups. Considering I’m being held captive, it isn’t so bad.”
Her words should upset me because I want her to suffer, not feel like she’s on some fucking vacation.
Instead, the corner of my mouth lifts.
A commotion downstairs pulls my attention away from the reunion, and I quickly walk to the metal staircase.
Chapter 25
Renzo
Halfway down the steps, I see Antonio and Roberto dragging a man who’s been beaten up toward me.
“Boss!” Antonio says, excitement in his tone. “We found him. I was just about to call you.”
The man is forced up the steps, and when I get a good look at his face, rage detonates in my chest.
“Castellanos,” I growl. “Finally we meet.” My eyes flick to Antonio. “Take him to the room.”
As they force him past me, I glance over the warehouse floor until I see Carlo and Emilio. I gesture for them to come.
It’s only when I walk to the room where they took the fucker the realization that I finally have Castellanos registers.
I have one of the men directly involved with Giulio’s death.
As I enter the room, I shrug my jacket off and toss it to the side. Antonio and Roberto have a tight grip on the man as my arm swings back, and my fist connects with his already busted jaw.
The satisfaction I feel is fucking intense, but it does nothing to lessen my need for vengeance.
I hit him twice more before Carlo and Emilio join us.
Taking a step back, I unbutton my cuffs so I can roll up my sleeves.
“Good job, guys. You can leave,” I say to Antonio and Roberto. “Go to Elio so he can pay you.”
“Yes, boss,” Antonio replies before they leave.
I need to promote Antonio. He’s become a valuable asset.
“Strip the fucker,” I order.
Carlo and Emilio get to work while my eyes burn on the man who belongs to The Harvest.
When he’s as naked as the day he was born, I signal for my men to force him to his knees.
“You supplied a kidney to Dr. Bentall,” I say to bring him up to speed in case he has no idea why he’s here.
Castellanos’ eyes snap to my face.
“The faster you tell me everything I want to hear, the quicker this is over,” I lie because I’m going to fucking make him pray for death before I kill him.
“I don’t know a Dr. Bentall,” he mutters.
My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as my focus zooms in on the fucker, and unable to stop myself, I repeatedly kick the fucking shit out of him.