Desolation (New Rochelle Mafia #1)

17. CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 17

DRAKE

W e haven’t found a trace of my Bug. We also haven’t seen Dominic’s men creeping around anymore. They have her. I know it. I’ve tried her cell; it just goes straight to voicemail. The location isn’t working either so I’m guessing they smashed it and threw it out somewhere.

We know where Dominic’s family lives, but they have just as much security as we do. My dad has been locked in his office with my brother for the last two hours. I’m assuming they are discussing next moves. I don’t understand why I can’t be there. At this point I don’t even care if I hear things I shouldn’t. I want to be involved in the decisions. This is my girl we’re talking about here.

Heading down the hallway, I push open the door without even knocking.

Anthony and my dad look up in surprise. My brother moving over to push me from the room. “You can’t be in here Drake,” he says.

“I don’t care, you aren’t making plans without me. Period. I’m going to get her back. One way or the other. And you can help me and let me in on the plans or I’ll just do it myself,” I yell.

“You’re going to get yourself killed if you rush in there like an idiot. We are going to have to go to war and these are not plans you need to be privy to,” my dad says. “If Elodie can get herself and Reba out of there, that’s great, but we can’t count on that to happen or Reba would have already done so before now.”

I know he’s right, but I feel like we are sitting here doing nothing when we should be going after her. It’s been twelve hours. Anything could have happened. Hell they may both be dead. That thought makes me draw up my fists in anger and my whole body tightens as I try to fight off the thought.

He wouldn’t kill her. I tell myself. He wants something from her. Whether it’s for himself or selling her is the question.

If he sells her, we are so screwed. We won’t ever find her. People that get sold in the skin trade are very rarely ever found. Silent auctions with hidden bidders keep anyone from seeing faces or finding out someone’s identity. The buyer could even be from another country .

“Go Drake, just get out of here and let us make a plan. I promise you can help when the time comes, but there are things being said that you can’t hear. Please,” my brother asks.

I stare at them both, searching their faces for the same determination I have to get her back. My father has pity in his eyes. But Anthony looks like he means what he says, so I nod and leave the office, slamming the door behind me.

So, Dad doesn’t think we are going to actually get her back. Good to know. I’m not mad at him, but it tells me he may not make the decisions needed to save her. He won’t want to risk the men on something he thinks may not happen.

Heading to El’s room, I lay down on her bed, bringing her pillow to my face just so I can smell her for a minute. I’m going to have to come up with a plan on my own. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to leave her there for a second longer than I have to.