Dominic Castillo | ✓

𝟥𝟫 | 𝖢𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾

❝𝙻𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘.❞

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"What do you mean Alessandra's been kidnapped?" Asteria Morales asks.

"Do I need to spell it out for you?"

"This girl," she mumbles. "Why is Alessandra always getting kidnapped? I'm beginning to think she isn't God's favorite if she's been put in this situation more than once."

I remove the phone from my ear and press it to my chest so I can give Ceaser the next direction. "Take a left and continue driving straight. Desiree's location says she should be down the road."

A couple of weeks ago I decided to insert a tracking chip in one of Desiree's necklaces. Specifically, she wears one every day because it was given to her by Andre.

I did it one night I snuck in and slept over.

I never really told her either.

Even though I did it for her safety, I wasn't sure how she was going to react. I wasn't sure if she was going to be okay with it.

I should have told her about it now that I think about it.

It would have been better than not telling her at all. That's for sure.

"Hello? Are you still there?"

"Shit," I whisper before bringing the phone to my ear again. "Desiree was also taken."

"Oh gosh. I'll get on my jet and fly over within the next hour. How many men do you need me to bring?"

"As many as you can spare."

"I'll get on it," Asteria says. "We'll see you soon." She ends the call before I do.

As I'm putting my phone away, I spot something in the distance. "That's Desiree's car." And it's flipped upside down.

What the fuck happened to them out here?

I immediately get out of the car without waiting for Ceaser to put it in park. There's no time for that.

Searching for Desiree's jewelry didn't take long because they were lying right out in the open. It's all in a pile.

I pick everything up.

Necklace.

Rings.

Bracelets.

Earrings.

Including her phone and purse.

"I'm bringing you back to me, amour," I whisper. "I promise." And I will kill anyone who gets in my way until she's back in my arms.

I look over to see Ceaser staring at something in his hand. I take a step closer and notice they are Alessandra's wedding rings. I'm assuming his other hand holds the rest of her jewelry.

"If anything happens to my wife I am going to bring hell on this Earth," he says as he puts Alessandra's things in his pocket.

I know my sister can take care of herself.

Don't get me wrong, I'm worried about her but who I'm more worried about is Desiree. I haven't talked to her about how her getting targeted by my enemies is a possibility. She may not know this but she's become my biggest weakness.

The first thing I'm going to do is teach her self-defense and how to use a weapon.

Knowing Desiree, she's not gonna want to learn or even think about touching a gun she has to. That way my mind can be more at ease when I have to leave her alone.

"You coming?" Ceaser calls over his shoulder as he walks back to his car.

"Yeah. Give me a second," I tell him and dial a towing company I've become acquainted with and trust. Desiree's car may be totaled but I'd rather hear what she wants to do before I send it to a junkyard permanently.

It may have been mine first but I gave it to Desiree so it's her decision.

I let them know to call me once they've picked up the car and when they drop it off at the building I bought.

Which reminds me . . .

I call one of the men who was left to watch Fabian.

"Boss?"

"How's my guest doing?"

"Alright, for the most part," he responds. "Apart from continuously trying to hurt himself, he's been yelling nonstop."

"Keep a close eye on him," I say. "I want him alive when I come back. I'm sure he'll tire himself out and stop yelling but you can gag him if he doesn't."

"And if that doesn't work?"

"Have one of the doctors put him to sleep with a drug or something." It's something he deserves after doing the same to Desiree.

"How are we gonna do this? Ceaser asks when I sit in the passenger seat. "We don't even know where they are. I doubt the French Mafia will want to give us a hand. Even if it's helping us find their location."

Ceaser's right about that.

The French Mafiaa prefers to keep to themselves and not get involved. While we're not allies with them we are cordial.

This basically means if we don't mess with them, they won't mess with us, and vice versa.

I'm pretty sure an arranged marriage is the only way for one to become official allies with the French Mafia.