Josie is a sales associate by day and a lollipop-sucking hacker by night. She likes to stay in and feel the keys underneath her fingertips. When she decides to grace her friends at a club, she stumbles across a man who seems to send every part of he...
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It's been four months since I heard from Josie, four months since her mother went missing. I have to give Josie credit. She is excellent at what she does. Only Ruie and the crew were on the jet when it landed at JFK. The pilot told me they had to make an emergency landing in North Carolina because of a malfunction, or so they thought. Everything had been orchestrated by Josie once Ruie let her have that laptop.
Ruie fucked up big time and didn't even know it. I wanted to kill the man for bringing chloroform with him. The same way he knocked Josie out is the same way she did him and the fucking flight attendant—whom she changed clothes with.
Once they landed in North Carolina, Josie vanished along with her laptop and the fucking box of lollipops. I had underestimated Josie St. James, and it was starting to look like my biggest mistake yet. The girl had moves better than a chess master, and now she was out there, somewhere, out of my fucking reach.
I chased leads like a madman, driving through the maze of streets in North Carolina's sleepy towns and buzzing cities. Each dead end was a slap in the face, each false sighting a punch in the gut. She was a ghost—and I was losing it.
There is a knock at my door. "Storm, you got a minute?" Luca pokes his head inside my office.
"Do you have an update on where my kiddo is or her mother?" I look away from my computer screen.
"No," he answers.
"Then no, I don't have a minute."
"Kade," Luca changes his tone to something more serious and even stern. "It's been four months, and she doesn't want to be found. She hasn't reached out to Lynn either. Whatever happened between you two—"
I push back from my desk, a spark of irritation flaring up as I stare Luca down. "Nothing happened. She is just throwing a tantrum right now. I need to find."
Luca steps fully into the room, closing the door behind him. "We both know this isn't a tantrum, Kade. Let's be honest here. You fucked up, and she ran for the hills. However, that's not why I came in here. Mrs. Marchetti was killed in a drive-by."
"What?"
"Yeah, it's all over the news. She was with Erick running errands, and someone shot up the car while he was in the store."
This is fucking unheard of. Killing a Don's wife only means war. Who the fuck is crazy enough to do something like that?
"Any leads?" I ask.
"None. Gio doesn't know who would target his wife. He has been really chummy with all families, and Mrs. Marchetti is loved amongst the crime world, so—"
"The main target must've been Erick." Fuck, this is bad.
"Yeah, I was thinking that as well. Maybe they want to kill the next in line for the throne." Luca adds.
