Desolation (New Rochelle Mafia #1)

22. CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 22

DRAKE

W ell now we know she’s alive. But I’m sure she thinks I hate her since I couldn’t even bring myself to look at her. My dad and Anthony are silent in the car on the drive home. All of us are lost in our own thoughts about what happened at the fundraiser.

“Okay Drake, we can do it your way now,” my dad says quietly.

Blowing out a breath, I choke up with emotion. I’m going to bring my girl home.

Nodding, I reach over and hug him. Anthony looks at me and inclines his head, giving me his blessing as well.

After we get home I reach into my pocket, pull out my phone, and dial a number.

Zeke answers with a clipped “Hello.”

“I saw her at the fundraiser. Dad has given me the okay to put something in motion, what have you got for me?” I ask.

“Well, we did just get a call from Dominic saying we would be needed to take her to some appointments later in the week. Once I have more details I’ll let you know. But it may be then or never,” he says.

“Hmm, I wonder why she’s all of a sudden being allowed to go out,” I ask.

“Not sure, as far as I know, she hasn’t been allowed out this whole time except for last night for a dinner they went to and tonight for the fundraiser,” he says. Suddenly the phone clicks off after a brief goodbye.

Someone he didn’t want to hear our conversation must have gotten too close.

I slide my phone back in my pocket. Walking back into Elodie’s room I lay down on the bed and pretend I can still smell her on the sheets.

For the first time in a year, I go to bed with hope in my heart and get a full night’s sleep.