Chapter 27

I 'm not sure how this night could get any worse. Catalina fucking ran from me and to make matters worse, she ran off with Sierra. Julian may be right that she is a terrible fucking influence, and now I have to deal with her brothers, who will likely chop off my dick and murder me for letting her escape and fucking her.

Mother fucker.

I practically break the door off the hinges of Lina's room. Sierra had said she was waiting for me, and next thing I know I'm locked inside with something blocking the door from being opened. Before I can kick it down, the door flies open and Kai is standing there, breathless from rushing upstairs. I don't pause to speak to him. I have to find Lina before anything happens to her.

Skipping two steps at a time, Julian comes barreling towards me as I reach the bottom. "Didn't I fucking tell you not to touch my sister," he snarls, grabbing my shirt, ready to strike. Marcelo silently enters the room, his unwavering gaze signaling that any further fuck up will result in my death.

I know he's already planning my death, a fate I'm willing to accept if it means Lina is safe and happy for the rest of hers. Choosing to do what she loves, maybe away from the cartel. It's been hours since I last saw her, and the craving of another fix is overwhelming. I'm fucking addicted.

"Let go," I grit my teeth, shoving him off me in one swift motion. Julian regains his balance before his right hook connects with my face. The impact burns my skin with a throbbing pain, but I retaliate with a left jab to his face. He roars in anger and lunges back back towards me.

"Mother fucker. STOP! Catalina's missing!" I shout. Julian's face drains of color, as if he's seen his father's ghost in front of him.

"What the fuck do you mean, she's missing?" He blinks at me seemingly unable to comprehend that his sister is fierce and stubborn as fuck.

"Sierra bailed her out. They locked me in her room and took off," I state, walking around an angry Julian and up to Kai, gripping his shoulder.

"Call Ry from the car. Have him check surveillance. She must have her phone. Have him track it. Have him check the Butterfly. That's where they would have gone first." I turn my focus to an immobile Julian, knowing their sister's disappearance is a weakness we all share.

"Are you going to help me look for her, or are you going to stand there like a fucking statue?" I press Julian. Julian glances up at me, his expression momentarily uncertain for a man with no emotions. Then he turns to Marcelo, as if seeking permission to let loose. Marcelo gives him a small nod of approval. Julian cracks his neck, and his knuckles before looking back at me with an evil, unsettling smirk.

"She's the last shred of humanity we have left, the only tesoro in this family. Find her. Protect her. Keep her safe and kill anyone who dared touch her," Marcelo demands.

We all nod. I was already planning on killing anyone who dared touch her. The darkness I try to hide, that bloodlust inside me, is on the verge of coming out. It would only take the sight of her hurt to break free. Part of me itches for the release, while the other part hopes she will never see that side of me. Julian's face is etched with concern. I already know part of it is for Lina, but the other part, which he doesn't wish to admit, lies with Sierra.

Our men collectively get into various cars, but Julian sticks with me as each of us takes a mixture of our men and theirs. Julian pulls out a mask from his pocket, the mask is all black with just the face of it like a morbid skull you'd see on Halloween. It resembles a ski mask with the way the cotton appears from a distance.

"We need to be careful, and be sure it doesn't tie back to our family, whatever mess we'll find ourselves in," he says, shrugging as he places the mask over his head, covering his hair and resting it on his head so he can easily pull it down if he needs to hide his face quickly.

Ry's voice comes through the speakers, his tone is cool, calm and collected - a stark contrast to my own state of mind.

"Don't freak out, but…" Ry says, pausing to clear his throat. "They've been taken by the Columbians. I tracked them getting into a white Sedan. It drove off towards Sierra's bar, but stopped short of it. Traffic cams show a couple guys dragging both of them out and putting them in a truck. I tried to trace both their phones but it cut out the moment ...."

My grip tightens on the seat as I fight the urge to grab my gun and shoot every fucking person on sight. "The Columbians burned the car. I've messaged you the last location I was able to get off the car before it went black. It looks like they may be heading to Vegas." Ry delivers the news cautiously, aware of the gravity of the situation.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Mother Fucker.

"Keep on the lookout for the truck, they didn't switch it already. Get Rocco to call Dario. We need to confirm their people can get here today to assist us. We're going to fucking war. We're going to kill all those mother fucking Columbians." Julian and I nod in agreement, solidifying our partnership, at least for now. We prepare to make the world pay for the actions of a couple of lowlifes. I'll burn this world fucking down if I have to, to find my Lina.

5 hours, 29 minutes and 32 seconds later, we are arriving in Vegas. Ry has been on the phone the entire time it took to arrive just silently typing away as he continues his search. There is still no sign of the truck they transferred her to. They have a 3-hour head start from when I had the altercation with Julian. I'm kicking myself for letting her get away like that, but I didn't want to push her after everything with her father. I didn't expect her to try and run. As soon as I get her alone, this girl will face her punishment - there's no way in fucking hell that I'm letting her leave me after this.

Julian has been whispering on the phone with Marcelo, a mixture of Spanish and English, his mask still on his head. We spoke to Rocco, who thankfully got in touch with his cousin, and they're bringing more men from Italy to assist us, along with the Italians already in Vegas. The Columbians are going to wish they never messed with us - they are going to regret ever touching what's mine.

Arriving at the casino where we first met Dario, a group of well-dressed men in suits each supporting gold chains around their necks, elegant Rolex watches around their wrists, and numerous rings adorning their fingers are waiting for us.

The head of the Vegas territory, Gio Rossi, steps forward, his dark hair is pulled to one side, mirroring the style of the other men under his command. Gio approaches me first, extending his right hand. "Enzo, I wish we were meeting under different circumstances. It's good to finally meet you," he says in his thick Italian accent, then turns to the others greeting them with a simple nod of his head.

Gio walks by my side, leading me through the casino's elevator and down to the basement. As we descend, the dark corridors are permeated by the pungent smells of chlorine, mold and urine.

"We have secured several guests for you," he says, his smile reaching his eyes this time. "We captured as many as we could from the surrounding area, and confirmed they were all Columbians before bringing them in. Your tech also helped us identify your mole." he pauses, then adds, "I hope you're pleased with the outcome. They await your questioning." He turns and departs the way we came, without waiting for a response from me. My men and I stand before a group of men, kneeling and chained to the floor in nothing but their boxer briefs.

This may be the best welcome I've ever received.