Alessia had been taken. Grabbing my phone, I dialed Enzo, thanking God her father had given me his number before I’d left his house. “Yeah.” “Enzo, this is Luca. We got a real problem—Alessia’s been taken.” Silence. “How do you know?” His voice had gone steely. I was about to see a side of Enzo Genovese that had been dormant for a long time. “She didn’t answer my texts or calls, so I came to her place. Her purse is here with everything in it—phone, keys—but she’s not here. She knows the dangers; I’d just told her she wasn’t to go anywhere without an escort. Her driver brought her home, but someone must have taken her as soon as she got here.” He was silent for a moment, and I waited for his instruction. He far outranked me, even if he was from a different outfit. “Let me make some calls. Y
