I had myself convinced of that when I thought Sofia had left me, but my head was too warped from everything that had happened in that narrow amount of time to think rationally.
“You wouldn’t have survived killing Marco for this long,” Max adds.
He has a point.
Maybe.Maybe. It’s possible for both of us to survive and share the rest of our lives together.
“Let me try calling Sal.” I reach into my pocket and grab my cellphone.
The call drops immediately without going through.
“Hmm, let me try restarting the thing.”
I restart my phone and try calling Sal and Gio, but nothing goes through.
“Give me some of their numbers. Let me try,” Max says.
I do as he says, and he connects with Gio right away; then he hands me the phone.
“Gio? It’s me.”
“Where the fuck are you?” he shouts—and he is not typically the type to lose his temper.
“Home. Where are you?”
“At the warehouse you instructed us all to go to?”
Elio must have hacked my phone or found some way of giving them faulty information. I try not to think about that too much and instead focus on what’s important. “That wasn’t me. Now, how far away are all of you? Elio has Sofia, and he is attempting a coup. Vincenzo woke up from his coma, and I killed him already.”
I hear Sal’s voice from far away. “What is it? What is he saying?”
“We’re forty minutes out, but we’ll be there in twenty.” He hangs up the phone as he’s shouting commands at his men.
I relay the information I learned to Max and Nick.
“Great, we also have a few men on standby who can be here in ten minutes to help. But do you think she can wait until everyone gets here? How long until Elio really starts hurting her?” Max asks.
“Elio? He does what he needs to do to get ahead in life, but he’s not sadistic. He will not enjoy harming her, and I’m sure he’s hoping to get away with everything and maintain his conscience.”
My blood goes cold when I wonder where Dante is. With Elio? Or with Gio and Sal?
“Let’s hold off and think of a plan then,” Max says. “If he calls and hurts Sofia, then we’ll get you down there before your men show up.”
“Fine.”
“Now where are they?” Nick asks. “The dungeon?”
I nod my head.
“How many entrances and exits?”
“One.”
A smile forms on his face. “So, they can’t scatter.”
“And it’ll make it harder for us to get Sofia out,” I say.
“What types of weapons do you have at your disposal?”
