ILARIA (book 3)

67. ASAHI

I was typing up some paperwork in my office when no other than Roman Reign bursts in. He slams the door shut, locking it.

"What's up?"

He throws a phone onto the table. I lift it up, the screen lit up with a video.

Of Ilaria being beaten, badly, then stabbed.

I look away. "Who sent you that."

"Anonymous."

"Buckley wears those boots."

He breathes heavily. "I will give a full confession to Buckley if he lets her go. I will write it."

I look up. "Don't need that. Wait here for 5 minutes." I leave my office, feeling sick to stomach.

I walk down to where my dad is staying, low and behold he was talking to Buckley.

I look at his boots. I could see the dried blood on his boots.

I had to contain myself from killing him right here right now. "Dad, I need you."

Dad knew it was serious, so he excuses himself quietly and walks away with me. As he walks into my office, a worried expression wipes onto his face. "Roman if you get caught here."

"Buckley is torturing Ilaria." I spit out, and then I run to my trashcan and throw up everything.

Roman shows him the video as I throw up again.

Dads jaw clenches. He sighs heavily. "Okay, Roman I need you to keep quiet-"

"I will confess to everything if I can ensure she comes back to me-"

"You're not confessing, you will be in prison for life." Dad shakes his head. "I've got this. Keep your cool, both of you." He walks out of the office, we both follow him.

Buckley was in the conference room. Dad bangs his fist on the table to get everyone's attention. "You US Marshals are good at what you do, hey."

"What is he doing here?" Buckley stands up, trying to have a stare off with Roman Reign.

"You better sit your ass down right now." Dad shouts at Buckley, throwing the phone on the table.

Buckley sits down, and the Marshals all share a look. Only half of them are in here right now.

"You give me her location immediately and if you don't, i am not going to be responsible for what this man does to you." He looks around. "Now!"

"You hold no authority over me, Hamada. What? You working with the criminals now?"

"Do not test me, Buckley. You do not want to go against me." Dad stays calm.

I always admired that about him.

I would have lost my shit already.

"Where is she?"

"Probably bled to death by now." Buckley looks at Roman. "She was lovely, by the way."

Romans jaw clenches. "My girl is strong. You tell me where she is or so god help you, i am going to make your life a living hell."

"Is that a confession?" Buckley raises an eyebrow.

"Try me." Romans deadly glare makes me uneasy, and I could see it was doing something to Buckley as well.

"You're not the lead of this case, Buckley. Everything you do was supposed to be ran through me and-"

"You're a child, baby Hamada." He looks away from Roman.

Romans phone pings and he smiles, taking a step back. "How is Luci."