Chapter 83

Nico

There was no point in sleeping. When I stepped into my large suite of rooms, Maria had already turned the bed down. Yet my chocolate, silk sheets didn’t entice me.

How the hell am I supposed to sleep when Lucky is out there somewhere? Images of her being tortured are still flooding my mind, causing me have stomach cramps and fire burning inside me with a rage I never knew I possessed. Least ways not like this.

I will burn the world down for Lucky and I will do whatever it takes to get to her. Mexico, Tony said. Where the hell in Mexico? Someone must know. We have people everywhere and someone will be able to enlighten us.

Money talks, you grease enough palms and well, oysters open. It’s the way of our underworld. I don’t like it much anymore since all my business is now strictly legitimate. I have worked my ass off to be able to hold my head up high and mingle with the politicians, the society people and those who are from old money not just new money.

Being a kid on the streets wasn’t easy having to follow in my father’s footsteps, yet I managed to carve my way. And now for this. For my fiancée to be taken from me, practically under my damn nose. From a fucking coffee shop of all places.

What the hell shit kind of world is this turning into? It’s time to dip my toes back into the sewers to find the only woman I have ever truly loved. Sure, there have been other women, none of which meant anything to me. Being tied down was never part of my plan. However, being the King of New York city, hell yes, that was always the plan in the long run. I wanted to be bigger and better than my father. In order to do that an alliance had to be formed with the Gianlucas.

Lucky was never someone I thought I could even begin to have feelings for. Smart mouth, sassy woman, fiercely independent but damn if she didn’t get right down and under my skin. A woman like Lucky Gianluca doesn’t come into your life more than once in a lifetime.

I need to find her. I will kill for her. My blood can be spilt if it means she goes free. But I am not going in without a fight.

It’s four in the morning; the sky is pitch black as I stand at the windows that overlook the back of the property which is in pitch darkness. I stuff my hands in my pockets and let out a deep sigh. My heart is strangled by my own emotions, the fear of losing the only woman I love. The fear of whatever she is going through.

I bang my head against the glass and mutter the words fuck. It’s time to take a cold shower and get myself set for the day. I’m not wasting anymore time.

My mobile sits on the marble top table by the door to my suite. I check it is charged up and make a call to Tony. He picks up in a few seconds.

“What’s up?” he asks sounding groggy.

“The fuck you are sleeping?”

“Yes, Nico that is what normal humans do. They sleep and restore their energy and charge their batteries. Please tell me you have had at least a couple of hours sleep.”

I mutter that he is an asshole. “I can hear you, Nico. You didn’t did you? What the hell do you want now at four in the morning?”

“Get up, I want the jet ready to go in thirty minutes. Let our detail know we want additional guys on board and I want Carlos made aware in Mexico City that we are coming in.”

There is a long silence, it seems to last for minutes when in fact it can only be a few beats of my strangled heart.

“Carlos?”

“I just said that didn’t I?” There is no hiding the irritation in my voice. Why the fuck isn’t he just doing what I ask instead of asking me all these damn questions.

“Carlos Andreas?”

“The fuck, Tony what is your problem?”

“He’s a snake, why you want anything to do with him? He left our organization years ago. In fact, if my memory serves me right. You were the one who kicked his ass out for back chatting your ass.”

I let out a sigh. “Do it, Tony. We need someone like him on the ground. I can’t confide in anyone else. It can only be Carlos. He knows all the dregs of society down there better than anyone. Let’s face it, Carlos has always swum in the sewer ever since he left us. He will be our best bet.”

Another pause. “Fine. I’ll get the jet organized and make a call to Carlos. Let’s hope he picks up. You do know that flying into Mexico City is going to put the spotlight on you, right?”

I grind my teeth. “I want you ready in thirty. Meet you downstairs,” I tell him bluntly and end the call. I am not in the mood for more questions, back chat or statements of the obvious.

This has to be done and it will be done my way.