Keeping My Bride by Angela Snyder
Chapter 59
Luca
“FASTER,” I TELL Benito from the front seat. The SUV is almost to the gas station, and Aldo still hasn’t provided me any more information. “What is taking him so long?” I hiss in anger.
“I’m sure he’s trying his best,” Benito says in an attempt to calm me down.
My phone rings, and I answer it on the first ring. “Where is she?” I demand.
“I’m not sure, sir,” Aldo says. “They stopped on a back road. There is nothing for miles. The only thing I can see on the satellite images is an old fishing cabin in the middle of a huge lake.”
“Send me the location.”
“But, sir, it’s abandoned. I don’t think —.”
“He took her there. I know it,” I tell him, trusting my gut. “Now, give me the coordinates,” I demand.
Aldo rattles off some directions, and I relay them quickly to Benito before ending the call.
“You really think they’re in the middle of a lake?” he asks me.
“He knows she can’t escape from there. It’s surrounded by water,” I say grimly. Verona must be terrified out of her mind. And the moment I get my hands on Dante, I’m going to watch the life drain from his eyes as I squeeze my hands around his fucking neck.
“Hurry, Benito.” Before it’s too late. I don’t say the last words out loud, but I feel them deep down in my soul. Something bad is going to happen. I just don’t know what yet.
* * *
The water iscold as we slowly and silently swim across it. I have a team of ten men including Benito and me. Who knows what the dark water is teeming with, but I don’t care. All I care about is seeing Verona and making sure she’s safe. And I won’t stop until she’s back home, with me, and in my arms.
When we reach the shore of the small island, all of us work on a system of hand gestures and signals. Tall trees and overgrown shrubbery line the perimeter. We slowly move through the brush and towards the cabin that sits in the middle of the land.
Benito stops suddenly beside me. “Solar trail cams,” he whispers, motioning to small cameras and solar panels mounted on nearby trees.
“Motion activated?” I ask even though I already know the answer.
Benito nods in agreement. “Definitely.”
“The son of a bitch had this all planned out for a while.” And the thought of him planning on kidnapping my wife right from under my nose and taking her here to do god only knows what makes my fucking blood boil. The urge to kill him is what keeps my feet moving. “The element of surprise is gone, my friends,” I announce to the group. “We need to get to that fucking cabin. Now!”
