DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

MEMORY LOSS (DYLAN)

Dria sits in front of the monitors tapping away at the keyboard as the men in the computer room stare in awe.

The codes move across the screen in blurs, her fingers keeping up with the pace. Layer by layer the firewalls fall and even I am in awe at her abilities. Hacking is a trait I acquired within my Mafia training, my father wanting his heir to be all-rounded so if a situation ever arises he'll be prepared.

In this skill I am intermediate but this woman seems to be a pro.

"In," she says leaning back as a window pops up with multiple files. She fixes the glasses on her nose, scrolling through the files with the trackball.

I walk closer to the screen, leaning forward with a hand on the back of her seat and one on the desk. Dria clicks on a file dating four days ago before videos, documents and audio, popping up on each of the five screens on the wall.

"Okay," she says, running a hand through her hair. "So six days ago Daniel came in contact with his daughter. She's currently a member of Giovanni's gang and based on the encounter they had, brainwashed by Giovanni. During their scuffle, Daniel had managed to inject her with a popular tracking serum on the market. It stays in the bloodstream for three days before dying..."

"So you have been tracking her for the last three days," I say pointing out the obvious.

"Yes. Now five days ago when Giovanni's gang disappeared and went into hiding, the trackers were actively sending the host's location via the satellites," she clicks on a file, an image popping up on the screen.

"We tracked her to Jaca in Argon, Spain," she states, the province showcased on screen.

At least the gamble on his mother's hometown led us to the right country. The only problem is that we are sweeping the coast while he was in the inner parts of Spain.

"After digging around, I was able to pinpoint his hideout, away from the city and stashed in the mountainous terrain. I then contacted a friend who was able to gift us with a clearer visual of his compound."

Dria then pulls up a series of photos and my eyes widen. The compound is a fortress, top-notch security, a great wall that even trump would be envious of covering acres of land. The architecture reflects the Spanish Revival architecture, the arches, towering chimneys, and stone and stucco walls.

What have my eyes widening though are the scores of children photographed around the compound from a bird-eye view. Children of all ages training, playing or simply lounging around.

"Here lies our problem," Dria points out. "It turns out Giovanni has been using the compound as an academy of sorts. He recruits orphans and trains them so they can join his gang."

I straighten up as Dria turns her chair to pin me with narrowed eyes. "Now, I don't know about you Mr. Silvestre but I would like to keep innocent children out of this. Therefore, we need to draw him out."

Dria pins me with one of those evil motherly looks Christina used to use on us as kids and I find myself vocalizing my agreement to get her off my case. Of course, I wouldn't want to pull kids into this.

"Good, so we have two options," she continues. "Either we find a way to draw Giovanni out or we wait until he contacts you..."

"Waiting is not an option," I snap. "There is no way I am waiting for that son of a bitch to contact me! My child is not safe with him!"

"Child, you say..." Dria murmurs and from the corner of my eyes I see Daniel perk up, eying me. "A son or daughter?"

"A daughter," I grit out, clenching my fist in anger. "I know what that spazzatura spagnola does to women much less a little girl."