DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

WEAK (DYLAN)

It's been five days.

No word from the kidnappers. No breakthroughs in locating Giovanni and that bitch of his. No attacks on my Mafia, I guess word of Valconi's demise spreads fast.

Ana is stable, Diana is missing and Aunt Christina and Uncle Johnattan are now in Italy.

They escaped the attack with scratches and flesh wounds. Aunt Christina narrowly missing a bullet to the chest. Uncle Johnattan pushing her to the ground causing it to graze her arm instead.

They have been treated and housed in the mansion a few doors down from me.

Aunt Christina has been stuck to Ana's bedside since her arrival, caring for her bedridden daughter. She doesn't allow the nurses to clean her, taking up the task herself. The most they can do is see to her medically and inject the nutrients into her blood stream. The last time I visited she was crying, praying that her Indie would come back to her. Uncle Johnattan standing her by her side, watching the scene tears streaming down his cheeks.

Uncle Johnattan has been more concerned with me and what progress I'm making in finding his granddaughter and her kidnappers.

My team has dug up dirt on Giovanni but it wasn't much. Nothing that would help in pinpointing his location. We know he's not in the states. My Atlanta team raided his compound and it was empty.

The fucker is hiding and I will find him if it's the last thing I do. When I get my hands on him, he'll be praying to meet his maker.

"Have you tried tracking his most recent movements?" Johnattan asks, leaning towards me from the other side of my desk.

I look up at him taking in his white T-shirt and Jeans, tousled hair and vivid blue eyes. I am similarly dressed in a black muscle shirt and sweat, my outfit for the last two days.

I haven't left my office, digging up anything and everything my father had on the Ferrez's. Joshua Ferrez and Genève Di' Rio, Giovanni's parents were deceased. There was no mention of any relatives he might be laying low at.

Since Giovanni's Atlanta Police files hit a dead end, I focused my efforts towards his parents, there must be something there to pinpoint where Giovanni may be hiding.

His father's file was extensive. It detailed his involvement in the gang rings and even gave up some of his most frequented areas. He owned the Atlanta compound and a couple warehouse around the city. All were empty. He also conducted business in Tennessee, the spots there all turned up empty and based on the world on the streets, it's like The Atlanta Cobras, Ferrez's gang had relocated.

Next was his mother. She was an illegal immigrant from Spain with no known parentage. I've sent out a team to Valencia, Spain to scout out Benidorm, her hometown. So far, there has been no report on that mission since they departed early this morning.

"Yes," I reply, tapping at my laptop. "His cellphone signal was last picked up in Tennessee... My team followed it and found the item in a dumpster. He's off the grid."

"Fuck!" Ana's father bellows, running through his hair. "He has us on a fucking goose chase!"

"One he won't win," I half-heartedly reply, tapping away at the keyboards. My eyes run over the numbers on the screen, punching numbers trying to get through the firewall.

The Atlanta records barely brush the surface of Giovanni's dealing, therefore I am trying to get in a more powerful U.S organization, the Federal Bureau.

"How can you sit here doing nothing?!" he asks, slamming his fist on the desk.

"I am working on it," I reply through gritted teeth, tapping away. I'm almost in and Johnattan hovering over my shoulder is starting to piss me off.