Chapter 106 Don’s Daughter Kidnapped

Chapter 106 Don’s Daughter Kidnapped
Roman

My mom called me with a shaky voice, explaining what happened. I rushed to the scene and barely managed to calm her down. As soon as she told me what happened, I asked Michael to take her home. She blames herself for what happened, but it's not her fault. It's none of it.

"Who is this man?" Tony asks, flexing his arms like he's itching to punch someone.

“Dane,” I answer in a serious voice.

I ordered him to keep an eye on my daughter as soon as I learned of her existence. He followed her for a while, along with Elena and Kiara.

“He wasn’t acting alone,” Tony says in a businesslike tone.

I nod.

“Dane’s a Marine. He took orders from someone.”

“What?” Elena asks quietly, standing next to me.

I wish I knew, my love.

“Zanetti?” Salvador asks.

I shake my head.

“I stormed into his office as soon as I learned Cassie had been kidnapped. He swore he had nothing to do with it, and I believe him. He wouldn’t kidnap a child. It’s someone else,” I say through clenched teeth.

“But who?” Elena asks again, desperate.

Then I look at her, grab her wrist, and pull her closer.

“I’ll find our daughter, little wolf. I swear to you that. She’ll be okay. I’ll die before I let anything happen to her. I just need you to trust me. You trust me, right?”

She looks at me for a second before nodding.

“Yeah,” she breathes.

“Okay. Then, baby, I need you to go,” I tell her.

Her green eyes flash.

“What? No way.”

“You’re going to leave. Because there’s nothing you can do right now. Everything you do here distracts me. I already promised to find our daughter. Let me do it,” I beg.

There are tears in her green eyes. She closes them briefly and looks at me with a soft, slightly heartbroken expression. “Give her back to me, Rom.”

I pull her closer, resting my head against her forehead.

“I will, I promise.” I turn away and face Salvador.

“Please take her home,” I tell him. “My mother needs you, too.”

His jaw tenses, and he nods understandingly. As he leads his daughter out, I send two security guards after them to make sure they get home safely. As they leave, I turn to Michael.

“What the hell is taking so long to find them?”

He clenches his jaw. “I’m doing the best I can.”

I run a hand through my hair, nervously. My phone rings, and I pull it out, ready to throw it against the wall until I see who’s calling.

“This is a really bad time, Christian,” I say through clenched teeth.

“I know. Your daughter has been kidnapped.”

“How the hell do you know?”

“It doesn’t matter. But I also know who took her.”

My pulse quickens, hope flares in my chest. “Tell me.”

Christian does so without hesitation.

“The Russell’s are behind this.”

“Bastard!” I roar.

I hang up after a quick thank you to Christian. The Russells have been silent for over a year now. After they abandoned my father's coup, they did nothing to us. Our sources said it was because of a change in leadership. I paid them no attention.

Until now.

My blood boils when I look at the men around me.

Just a year, and I've honed the ruthless efficiency that ensures I get what I want. Three hours after receiving information from Christian, we storm Russel's house. Twenty men, armed to the teeth, with orders to shoot anyone who resists. Ten shots ring out as we walk into the main house.

I practically kick the door down and walk inside. There are women here, not just men. And some children. I feel a twinge of guilt as my gaze lands on two children, no older than seven, their faces filled with fear. I look at the woman hovering in front of them, trying to shield them with her body.

“Get them out of here,” I order.

She doesn’t hesitate, running and taking the children to safety. My vision focuses on the man sitting on the couch, shaking like a leaf as his terrified blue eyes meet mine. He hasn’t seen fear yet. I move toward him, ignoring the woman next to him, squeezing his hand like a vice.

My gun is pressed to his temple.

“My daughter is in this house? You have five seconds to answer. Yes or no, Russell.”

He’s a Don. He came to power only recently, a year ago, after the death of the last Don. That would explain why the Russell had suddenly gone silent on the radio. But I think this Don has had a taste of death. That’s the only damn reason he could think of to contradict me.

He swallows before answering me uncertainly.

“No.”

My eyes narrow. I pull the trigger back on the gun, my hands aching to fire.

“You'd better tell the goddamn truth, Russell. If you don’t, I’ll kill your wife, your kids, every person you love.”

“She’s not here,” he says, raising his voice.

“Okay.”

I draw my gun and nod to Tony and the other capo behind me.

“Get him.”

They immediately step forward. Leo Russell has to yank his wife’s hand out of his.

“It’s okay. I’m so sorry I did this to us.”

He gets to his feet and walks away with Tony. I turn to the woman sitting on the couch with shaking hands.

“I won’t hurt you,” I tell her. “And I’m so sorry I barged in.” Your house is like this. But my daughter's life is in danger.”

She looks at me, but doesn't answer.

"Your husband isn't coming home. I'm sure you know that."

Without another word, I turn and walk out of the house.

Leo's limbs are shaking in every direction as I hold his head under the water. Sometimes a little persuasion seems like the fastest, most effective way to get what I want. Once I'm sure he knows I'm not playing around, I let him go. Tony drags him to the chair in the torture room, clasping the chains around his wrists.

I stand before him. A middle-aged man with thinning brown hair and pale, sunken skin.

“Now that we’ve met, Leo,” I growl. “Tell me where my daughter is. And keep in mind that every minute you don’t answer, you’re getting a lot worse.”

I point to Tony, who’s holding the pliers. My father’s favorite form of torture. Leo goes even paler, his eyes wide.

“I-I don’t know,” he stutters.

My eyes narrow to slits.

“Don’t you know? Where the hell is my daughter?” I scream.

“I don’t have her.” For a moment, everything freezes, and a ringing noise fills your ears.

Tony is the one asking the question.

"What the hell do you mean you don't have her?"

Leo immediately starts talking. He tells me all about his plan to use my daughter as a bargaining chip to gain control of our drug supply. When he mentions the deal with Ivan, my eyes narrow, and I am blinded by white-hot rage.