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Leslie Georgeson
-- EXCERPT: “There’s movement at the gate,” Adrik announced, drawing all our gazes. We were parked across the street from the address Siena had texted me, having only just arrived moments ago. We’d shown up just in time. Sal’s property was fenced like most of the fancy homes in the area, and while we watched, the gate opened, and two vehicles emerged: a Tahoe and a sedan. My gut said Siena was in that Tahoe, probably with Sal. “Follow them,” I ordered. “But stay back. Don’t let them see you.” Once the vehicles rounded the corner, Adrik pulled away from the curb and followed. It was nearly five a.m. now, and the streets were empty, which made it easy to follow them. We stayed back so they wouldn’t get suspicious, and about fifteen minutes later, they turned into the Romano estate in Beverly Hills. Dom’s gaze darted to mine. “If she’s in one of those cars and they take her inside, our chances of getting her out are slim.” Enzo Romano’s property was like a fortress, much like the Popov mansion. He had thugs guarding it from all sides, not to mention the security fence that we would have to get past without alerting the guards. Odds of us getting inside undetected were slim to none. Adrik pulled the car over several houses away and waited for my instructions. I ground my jaw. We didn’t have enough manpower with us tonight to take on the Romanos. We shouldn’t even be here. I had put everyone in this car in danger just by being this close to the Romano estate. To venture any closer would be suicide. His men shot first and asked questions later. I dragged a hand down my face. We had no choice but to back off for now. We would have to wait for another opportunity to free Siena. “Fuck!” I slammed my fist into the back of Timofey’s seat, startling him. “Fuuuuck!” Tension filled the car. We all watched in silence as the gate opened and the two vehicles drove inside the property. I bowed my head, not wanting to admit defeat. Hundreds of scenarios flashed through my mind of ways Sal might torture Siena. In that moment, I was reminded of what the son-of-a-bitch had done to Cara, and my stomach heaved. Be strong, Siena. Don’t let him break you. I’ll get you out of there as soon as I can. “Now what, boss?” Adrik asked, eyeing me in the rearview mirror. Heaving out a long sigh, I lifted my head. “Now, we wait.” 
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