plan.”
“You’re fucking right it does!” Aziz frowned when he spotted a piece of paper pinned to one of the hit men’s chest with a knife. After reading it, he locked eyes with Silas. “Read this.”
Silas read the note, dropped it on the floor, and ran up the stairs. When they walked into Robbie’s bedroom, the sight that greeted them surprised Silas, and caused Aziz to run frantically into the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach.
“Oh my lord,” Silas said in disgust, covering his nose to try and block out the foul smell in the room.
He walked fully into the room and surveyed what his daughter had done. Smirking, he shook his head and chuckled. Daddy’s little girl indeed.
“You know I told Robert to buy her dolls, but he did not listen to me,” he yelled to Aziz. “Are you recovered yet?”
“I’m not fucking coming back in there Silas!” Aziz yelled. “You know I can’t stomach shit like that.”
“All right,” Silas said with amusement in his tone. “We will leave now. Call them and tell them to come and get my brother. Get the doctor here now. I’m going to clean his wound.”
Nodding, Aziz hurried out of the room and went down the stairs as quickly as his feet would carry him.
Within three minutes, his brother was being moved from the house and replaced with another man. Silas didn’t know who he was, nor did he care.
“What do we do about your daughter?”
“We figure out a different approach. I was not aware that she was so—”
“You,” Aziz interjected.
“And Robbie, and Anastacia,” Silas added. He would not be the only one labeled a monster. Both Anastacia and Robbie had a hand in making that child the way she was, it wasn’t just him. “No one go near her,” he instructed his men. “She’ll kill you if she feels danger near. If she’s anything like her mother she’ll probably stab you or something,” he muttered.
One of the men spoke up. “But if she gets close enough to—”
“There is no close enough!” Silas snapped. “Do as I say. Stay away from my daughter! Whether you’re standing right in front of her, or fifty feet away, she can kill you with a knife. Do you have it?”
Nodding, the men left the house. After closing up, Silas and Aziz left as well. Silas intended to call the authorities within a few days in order to get the details of this in the papers. He knew Anastacia would have already come by then and seen that their daughter was missing. She would start looking for her, but Silas was already one step ahead.
He needed a new plan.
Chapter 2: Finding Carter: Seven days after Carter was taken.
Present day …
It wasn’t his fault. He’d come to that conclusion days ago. He didn’t want to be this person, and he knew his mother was surely looking down on him from heaven with disappointment. Unfortunately, Nathan couldn’t control himself. He was acting out and he knew it—he didn’t need to be told—but there was no way he would stop. The Steele family brought this upon their self. If Anastacia and his father hadn’t kept him out of the loop on this whole Silas Steele bullshit in the first place, they would have gotten further in their search a long time ago. Both Angelo and Anastacia had bigger armies, and much more experience as well as more knowledge about the past than Nathan, and he knew that. When it came to all of that, Nathan wasn’t ashamed to admit that he needed their help. However, what he had, that they didn’t, was what made this search move a lot quicker.
Connections.
Nathan had some very powerful friends that had even more powerful friends. Nathan’s friendships and connections were what made him excel so quickly in the criminal world. Had he gone around wearing his last name like a badge of honor, he would have the same enemies his dad had. Yet that’s not what he’d done. Nathan had slipped smoothly into the advantage that was given to him by the criminal underworld.
The Russian.
Yes, he knew