Chapter 6 - The Kidnapping of Lily Forced Lorenzo to Choose Between Power and the Woman He Couldn't IgnoreI couldn't breathe.
“No.”
Lorenzo grabbed my shoulders.
“Norah.”
“They have Lily.”
“We'll get her back.”
“You don't understand.”
“I understand exactly.”
“They'll hurt her.”
“Not before I reach them.”
His voice was absolute.
I grabbed his jacket.
“My sister is all I have.”
“No.”
I looked at him.
“You have me.”
The words came out before he could stop them.
Both of us froze.
Lorenzo slowly released my shoulders.
Then he turned to Marcus.
“Find Thomas.”
“What about the location?”
“Burn it.”
Marcus hesitated.
“Sir?”
“Thomas wants us there.”
“That could be a trap.”
“It is.”
Lorenzo looked at me.
“But we're going anyway.”
Three hours later, we reached the waterfront.
The warehouse stood beside the river.
Dark.
Empty.
Too quiet.
Lorenzo's men surrounded it.
He turned to me.
“You stay in the vehicle.”
“No.”
“That wasn't a suggestion.”
“I know where Lily is.”
He stared at me.
“How?”
I pointed.
“Third floor.”
“How?”
“Her hospital bracelet.”
He frowned.
“You can see that?”
“No.”
I swallowed.
“But Lily's bracelet has a blue stripe.”
“Norah.”
“The window on the third floor has blue tape around the frame.”
He looked.
There it was.
His expression changed.
“Stay behind me.”
We entered.
Gunfire erupted.
Lorenzo's men returned fire.
I followed him up the stairs.
Third floor.
A door.
Lorenzo kicked it open.
Lily sat tied to a chair.
Her face was bruised.
But alive.
I rushed to her.
“Lily!”
She cried.
“Norah!”
I untied her.
Lorenzo checked the hallway.
Then Lily whispered.
“It wasn't Thomas.”
I froze.
“What?”
“Thomas brought me here.”
“I know.”
“But someone else ordered him.”
“Who?”
She looked at Lorenzo.
“His brother.”
Lorenzo's face turned cold.
“Thomas doesn't have a brother.”
Lily shook her head.
“He does.”
She reached into her coat.
Pulled out a photograph.
A man stood beside Thomas.
Older.
Darker.
Same eyes.
Lorenzo stared.
“That man.”
“What?”
“My uncle.”
The warehouse lights suddenly came on.
A voice echoed through the speakers.
“Hello, Lorenzo.”
Lorenzo lifted his gun.
“Massimo.”
A laugh followed.
“You've grown.”
Lorenzo said nothing.
Massimo continued.
“Your father would be disappointed.”
“He's dead.”
“No.”
A pause.
“He's waiting.”
My blood ran cold.
Lorenzo's face went blank.
“What did you say?”
“Your father survived.”
Lorenzo took one step forward.
Massimo spoke again.
“And Norah Sullivan has been carrying the key to his prison for years.”
I looked at my necklace.
The silver key.
Massimo laughed.
“Bring me the key.”
“You're insane,” I whispered.
“Perhaps.”
The speakers clicked.
“But your father knows what happens if you refuse.”
Then a screen dropped from the ceiling.
A live video appeared.
An older man sat restrained in a chair.
Gray hair.
Thin face.
But unmistakable eyes.
Lorenzo stopped breathing.
“Dad?”
The man looked into the camera.
And whispered—
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“Lorenzo, don't trust anyone.”
The screen went black.
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