Desperado- The Rise and Search

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Lucca

"Do you need anything else sir?"

"No thank you. You can go home Lauren." I tell my secretary.

"Okay. Don't stay here too late tonight."

I smirk. "Yeah right."

We exchange our farewells and she leaves out of my office. Once she's gone, I sit back in my chair and let out a sigh as unbutton the top two buttons on my shirt. Today has been a stressful day here. I had to fire two people today in the finance department because of their terrible performance and their inability to arrive to work on time. 

I pinch the bridge of my nose. It's going to be a long night. I walk over to my coffee machine that's in the corner of the room and start a fresh batch. The smell of the Blue Bourbon coffee taking over my senses which relaxes my muscles. The smell of coffee is a calming thing.

I hear my phone ring on my desk and I look and see that it's Maceo. I roll my eyes and place it back on the desk. I'll call him later. I walk back over to the coffee machine and pour me a cup of coffee.

I take a seat back at my desk and while taking a gulp of my coffee, the heat of the coffee burning my throat. I go back to writing an email to one of the lower departments of my company until I hear my phone ringing. I pick it up and see that it's Santino.

My expression becomes confused and I answer feeling slightly alert. A call from Santino only mean business

"Ciao?".

"Lucca, where are you?"

"I'm still at the office... What's the problem?"

He let's out a sigh. "I need you to come to the twins place immediately."

Feeling more alert, I push my chair back and I start to gather my stuff. "What's going on?"

"I'll tell you when you get here. Just hurry." He hung up.

I stare at my phone in confusion, but I grab all of my stuff and walk out of the door. I call my driver, Steff, and tell him to bring the car around.

I walk into the elevator feeling tense. What the fuck is going on? We don't have anything going on tonight unless something just came up. I lean against the railings and try to relax myself.

The doors close to the elevator and it starts to descend. I look at the watch on my wrist and see that it's close to six-thirty.

Now that I think about it, I haven't spoken to Isabella since she called about Ron and Robert, but that was thirty minutes ago. I take my phone out of my pocket and call her. Her phone goes straight to voicemail. Eyebrows furrowed, I try to call her a few more times, but it goes to voicemail. What the hell?

I call Ron's phone and my foot starts to tap impatiently against the carpeted floor. He finally picks up after the eighth ring.

"Mr. Moretti-"

I cut him off. "Where's Isabella?" I ask harshly.

"Sir, there's been a situation."

I let out a breath and watch the elevator pass the tenth floor, waiting for Ron to continue.

"What the fuck are you waiting for? Talk!" I demand.

"While me and Robert were picking up Ms. Kennedy, there was a gunshot. Robert rushed Ms. Kennedy into the car. After we took off, someone started to shoot at the car and-"

"Where is Isabella?" I feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest as I lurch forward in anticipation.

"She's in the backseat. We're on our way to your home."