Stolen: Dante’s Vow by Natasha Knight
Dante
“How the fuck did he find her?” I boom.
“Just like we’ve been watching him I’m sure he’s been watching us,” Matthaeus says.
“You said you moved her twice. How did he do it?”
“I don’t know. They’re bringing Noah here now. The other guards are just starting to come around.”
“No one was hurt?”
“No. Apart from Noah being a little beat up. He tried to fight off one of the men before he was knocked out.
“Noah?”
He nods.
With all those soldiers, it was Noah who tried to fight. “The card?” I ask.
He takes out his phone and shows me a screenshot front and back. “Noah’s got it.”
I take the phone, look at the back. The front has the same I.V.I. logo so it’s useless to me. But on the back, he’s written something.
“Faust. Box 4. Midnight.”
“What the fuck—”
“The opera Faust is playing tonight. The show will be over by midnight. I guess that’s when he’ll bring her.”
“Who’s rented Box 4? Pérez doesn’t strike me as the opera-going type.”
“I’ll see what Charlie can find out from here,” Cristiano says. “It could be a trap, brother.”
“I don’t have a choice but to go. He took her. I need to get her back. I’ll call you after,” I tell Cristiano before disconnecting and turn to Matthaeus who is already on his phone getting soldiers lined up.
When he’s finished, he slips his phone into his pocket and tucks his shirt into his pants as we walk out the door to one of the waiting SUVs. Soldiers are loading into the others now. He checks his watch. “We should be there in about forty minutes.”
“Midnight. He timed it well.” And kid or not, I’m going to kill the mother fucker when I get my hands on him.