Chapter 34 Chapter Thirty Four
Luciano’s POV
“Fuck!” I snapped as I searched my phone for Kamari’s number, only to realise I didn’t have it. I only had her dead husband’s contact.
“You want your daughter, don’t you?” I asked, stepping closer to Joselyn’s father as I slid my phone into my pants pocket. I had no choice but to drive back to his estate after seeing the lifeless bodies of most of my men.
And if he was calling for war, I’d rather bring it to his home than let it happen in mine… not when I had something he could use to make me surrender—Kamari.
“I don’t want her. I need her. Mind you, Mr De Rossi, you should know the difference between want and need, since I assume you’re learned.” His tone was calm, but I wasn’t here for corrections—not after the ugly deeds of his daughter.
“I need my men alive, just as they were before your men raided my premises.” He narrowed his eyes as smoke from his cigar polluted the air. “This isn’t something your father has ever done before—starting a war with my family. Go home, son, unless you want your head snapped clean off your body.” He chuckled, his eyes burning with intensity.
“The same will apply to your daughter if you dare lay a finger on her. You know who I’m talking about,” I shot back, watching closely for his reaction.
He smirked before muttering, “You mean the girl you have captive? I already sent my boys to check that building of yours, but they couldn’t find her.”
“Don’t you dare hurt her, or I’ll have a message delivered to you—with your beloved daughter’s head as the seal.” I threatened, fear tightening its grip inside me.
If he claimed his men couldn’t find her, then where could she possibly be? Her late husband’s house? Where else would she have gone to?
“Shouldn’t you be worried that the police might start tracking you down? Maybe they’ll discover what’s hidden in that charity orphanage your mother left behind.”
“My mother has nothing to do with this, Martins. Keep her name out of your mouth. You should be worried about the number of deaths caused by your daughter—and covered up by you—that will resurface if I don’t find her in that house.” I muttered, heading straight for where my car was parked. I hadn’t entered his house; he hadn’t invited me in.
I heard footsteps behind me. He must have signalled his guards to grab me while my back was turned. “Nice play, Martins. Just bear this in mind—whatever happens to me or the girl, your daughter will face the same fate.”
His men slowly retreated. His only child was in my custody; he wouldn’t dare make a move. Joselyn was the only one who carried his name, the only one who could give him an heir. That was why he chose me for his daughter—against my will.
“Remember this, De Rossi,” he called after me, his voice low but sharp. “You don’t leave my estate with a victory.”
I paused, my hand tightening on the car door. “I don’t need a victory,” I said coldly. “I just need her breathing.”
“This war isn’t over,” he warned. I glanced back at him, a dangerous smile curling my lips. “It won’t be,” I replied. “Not until I find Kamari.”
I got into my car, the engine roaring to life, already knowing one thing— someone was lying, and I would burn cities to uncover the truth.
I gripped the steering wheel harder, forcing myself to think. Martins’ words kept replaying in my head, each one sounding more deliberate than the last.
And that made me doubt if she is still alive. “Where the hell did you go?” I muttered under my breath.
If Kamari had slipped out on her own, then she’d been planning it for longer than I gave her credit for. She must waited for this day so badly. I’d underestimated her. That mistake had cost me men. It wouldn’t cost me her.
I pulled out my phone and dialled Marco–My bestfriend.
“She’s missing,” I said the moment he answered.“I know, Jasper called me and he already informed me about it” he replied. “We’re retracing everything.”
“Don’t scare her,” I warned. “If she thinks she’s being hunted, she’ll vanish completely.” There was silence on the line before he said, “You sound concerned.”
“She is the only weapon Martins will ever thought of using against me,” I snapped. “There’s a difference.” I ended the call before he could respond.
Martins had tried to rattle me with the orphanage talk. He knew exactly where to dig. He always had. If Kamari fell into his hands, he wouldn’t kill her—not immediately. He’d use her the same way he used his daughter, as a leverage or maybe worst as his plaything since his wife was dead already.
The thought made my jaw tighten. “Not happening,” I said aloud. My phone buzzed again. A message this time. Someone used the husband’s number. One outgoing call. Short.
My chest constricted. “So you’re alive,” I whispered. That meant Kamari had the phone. Or someone close to her did. Either way, she wasn’t as unreachable as she wanted me to believe.
“Smart girl,” I muttered. “But not smart enough.”
If she’d called someone, it was someone she trusted. That narrowed things down. Kamari didn’t trust easily, that was the little things I noticed about her. Would it be that she called a friend?
Another call came in. Marco again. “She’s not with Martins,” he said. “We’re sure now.”
“Good,” I replied. “Then she’s still mine to find.” “You’re assuming she wants to be found.” I paused. He was right. Kamari wasn’t running blindly. She was running from me. She had said it to my face that she didn’t want to have anything with me.
“She doesn’t have a choice,” I said coldly. “Not anymore.”
“But something is wrong, " He muttered after a long pause, “ We can’t find her in the house, the one Jasper shared the address. It looked like no-one ever entered for few weeks now."
“ What do you….mean by….that Macro?" I stammered unable to process what he had just said. Does it mean that Joselyn took her away all by herself? Does it
mean she flew away all by herself?
Did another clan abduct her?