72. Madden

72

Madden

C in and I both listen in silence as Kade fills us in on everything that's happened since we left for New York. He's still bruised, with deep purple shadows under his eyes. The guy looks like he's aged ten years in three days.

"What's Alberto doing to find them?" Cin asks.

From the way Kade's jaw tightens, not enough. "He refuses to act. We don't have any concrete proof Mashkov is behind this. He was overseas when it happened and I haven't been able to identify the people who attacked us. The goons I shot were guns for hire, with no affiliations to any local organizations. There is nothing to link the attack to the Russians. Alberto doesn't want to start a war, he says, by retaliating."

"What about the woman who tried to take Chloe?"

"Again, nothing. Quinn's looking into her. There has to be a reason why Chloe was targeted. I'm missing something. I just don't know what."

"You say Mashkov is back in town?"

"Yes. One of my guys saw him enter the club last night with Kirov. Dante showed up an hour later and they went through the red door."

Cin explodes out of his chair. "This is fucking ridiculous! Alberto shouldn't be sitting on his ass. He should be burning the city down to find them!" He picks up an empty glass and throws it at the wall. Glass shatters everywhere. "What the fuck is wrong with him? This is his fucking daughter and granddaughter, for fuck's sake!"

He's right. We all know it.

Kade places a hand on his brother's shoulder and squeezes. "Calm down. We'll find them." With or without Alberto's help.