Fourty-Nine

It's been two days. Two fucking days since Falcon took Gypsy. Two fucking days of lying to Purab and Zeke that their mothers were okay.

Two fucking days of living with an anguish I never imagined I could feel. And still no phone call from Falcon or anything.

I'm trying to listen to Dante and stick to the plan but it's becoming harder to hold myself back from storming into Falcon's Casino and getting myself killed.

Especially when it's more than obvious that he isn't keeping Gypsy at that Casino.

I feel my phone chime with a notification. Lightening up the screen, I see that I've been sent a picture by an unknown number.

Once I unlock my phone, every cell in my body tenses up as I look at the picture sent to me by the unknown number.

It's a picture of Gypsy chained in a chair, blood sliding down her chin.

“What is it, Enzo?” Dante springs up from the couch to whip the phone out of my hand.

“Fuck!” He stares at the picture with anger burning in his eyes.

“I'm going to kill him. I'm fuc