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~Set The Game~

Austin's POV:

It's like we took two steps forward and got knocked back three steps. Whatever we did, we couldn't catch the slightest break. It was aggravating to the point I'd thought shooting myself in the foot would be less annoying. Italy was too big of a place to be looking without a clue in the world as to what exactly we were supposed to be looking for.

Our little tour guide, aka Cecilio's punk of a right hand, whose name also happens to be Leonardo, wasn't worth a damn. He got us to Italy and that was about it. He was clueless as to where we could find Cecilio or even where Cecilio stayed. He couldn't even name ONE possibility! Fucking useless.

We'd been running around all fucking day chasing loose ends because Leo is a fucking idiot and doesn't know anything. Brandon has had to stop Nick from maiming him six times now. His excuse is that our buddy Leonardo knows more than we do. At this point it feels like he's just as in the dark as we are.

Now, we were looking around in yet another warehouse and had found absolutely nothing. It would be the fifth one in the last three hours. I'm sick of this shit. I feel like I could just start busting down doors and find Lani before this idiot helps us find her.

The only thing he's going to help us find is trouble. I can feel it. I wouldn't be surprised if he was giving us the run-around to buy some time. I swear I'm gonna shoot him in the neck if I even see the tiniest glimpse of Cecilio's punk ass.

"I-I could've sworn he had an operation running out of this building. I worked here! He had an entire station set up, right here!" Leo muttered as he spun around in a circle as if everything was magically going to reappear.

"Leo, buddy, you're testing my patience and I didn't have much to begin with." Nick grunted as he glared holes in Leonardo.

"No I swear! He was meant to be working with someone else here. I know someone who might know what happened to all the stuff! He doesn't live far, just a little ways down the road. I swear!"

"Leo, if we go to one more place and find nothing, I will kill you." Nick promised, smiling sadistically.

"He's just messing around, right?" Leo whispered, shaking like a stripper.

"Do you want to find out?" Tristan asked, rolling his eyes.

"We're wasting time. We need to keep looking, there's no telling what that son of a bitch has done to her." Brandon grumbled.

"Of course! The place isn't far, just around the corner." Leo said quickly as we walked out of the building and headed back to the blacked out SUV that had been waiting on us when we landed here. Well, waiting for Leo.

"You drive, cause if we don't find anything, I'm gonna shoot you." Nick smirked as he got in the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. Leo visibly shivered before he moved and climbed into the driver's seat.

Brandon, Tristan and I all huddled into the backseat, not bothering to complain about how we were basically sitting on top of each other. We'd been driving around like this all day, for hours.

We hadn't slept in days, nor had we really sat down and eaten anything. I don't know about anyone else but I've only been able to eat half a poptart before I start to feel sick. I can stomach eating when I have no idea what is happening to my girlfriend right now.

Has she been fed? Can she sleep? Is she warm? Are they torturing her? Are they taking advantage of her? Is she even still alive? All questions I don't have answers too. Cecilio is a sick, twisted little bastard and there's no telling what he's done to her just to spite us. I can't stomach the thought of bad things happening to her. Not again.