“I didn’t come here for Tom,” the devoid voice said as he bent down to take Angel’s neck in his hands, his grip slowly beginning to squeeze tighter and firmer “This is for Drago.”
With his life fleeing, Angel began to file away every detail he could about the man: his size, his voice, his eyes …
… Until it all disappeared.
When the Escalade pulled up to her house the next morning, Adalyn’s heart sank so deep it almost brought her to her knees. She instinctively knew something was wrong.
It was crazy how something that used to be so normal could now feel so wrong. She thought she missed being picked up in the Escalade with the other girls, but it turned out she didn’t at all. Turned out going back to what once was seemed to crumble her future.
Sixteen
I’ll Find You
“Have you heard anything?” Adalyn’s eyes practically begged Lake to know something, anything. Her soul told her that he might be in trouble, which frightened her, and after asking around and going to his hotel room, she came up empty.
It had been three days since she had last seen Angel. Three days since that kiss of a lifetime. And even though she was probably better off without ever seeing him again, she couldn’t help wondering what exactly was happening between them. Finding their “little game” enticed her more than anything ever before, she didn’t want it to end so soon.
All Lake could do was shake her head solemnly.
“Something bad happened to him.” She felt herself breaking down. “I can feel it.”
“I think something did,” Lake finally admitted as she moved closer to her friend, keeping her voice down. “Every time I asked Vincent about him, he didn’t really answer.”
Adalyn swallowed down the vomit that was rising. Whenever someone goes missing in the mafia, it means only one thing.
“What if he’s—”
“You don’t know that yet,” Lake tried to console her.
No, Adalyn didn’t know that. She didn’t know anything; that was the problem. She at least needed to know what happened to him. It was always better to know than not to know.
No matter the cost.
“What are you doing?” Sal asked when Adalyn kept walking.
She didn’t open her mouth or turn back, determined to see him.
Sal kept following her. “You can’t do that. He’s with someone.”
“Try me,” she barked back at him.
When she raised her hand to pound on the door, Sal tried to stop her, but she kicked him in the nuts.
“What the fuck!”
“Where is he?” She banged on the door as Sal toppled to the ground.
“You little b—”
“I know you’re in there, Lucca!” she yelled, continuing to beat the door down.
When the door to his office finally and quickly opened, she almost hit Lucca’s chest.
A very unhappy and furious demon stared her down.
“I’m sorry, but she kicked me in the … balls.” Sal’s voice was very high-pitched.
“Where is he?” she asked with a determined expression. She didn’t care how scary or how incredibly hot Lucca looked when he was mad; she wasn’t leaving until she had answers.
“Leave,” was all he said before he began to shut the door, but it stopped when a small body with long, black hair came out from behind him.
A scarred eyebrow rose. “Who?”
Adalyn was shocked that Chloe had appeared from behind him. Has she been hiding behind him? What are they doing in there? Stay on track, Adalyn!
“Angel,” Adalyn finally answered.
As a slight tinge of hurt appeared in Chloe’s eyes at the mention of his name, all Adalyn’s furiousness left her. She understood Angel was Lucifer’s son, but that wasn’t who he was to her.
She felt herself beginning to plead with her. “He’s been missing, and no one will tell me where he went.”
Chloe stared at her for a moment, then tilted her head up to Lucca. “Where is he?”
Lucca slowly, visibly began to break down. Then he turned his head back to Adalyn, silently killing her with his eyes before he gave in.
“Sal, get up.”
Sal managed to stand with his hands protecting his possessions.
“Let her see him,” was all he said before the door slammed back in her face.
“Thanks, Chloe!” Adalyn yelled, smiling at the door.
As she turned around to see a very pissed off Sal, it was the first time she had ever seen him mad, which was strange.
Giving him a helpless smile, she tried to laugh. “Sorry. I don’t know what got into me.”
Silence was all she got.
“Are they … okay?” she asked, recalling how she might have kicked them a little too hard.
“No. No, they aren’t.” He slightly adjusted himself before walking away.
Oops.
Adalyn followed Sal, not knowing where he was taking her until they got off the elevator on the ninth floor, then went up to a random hotel room. She watched as Sal pulled out a key card from his pocket, then slid it in, unlocking the door.