My heart skipped a beat.
I hoped it was Emilia –
And feared it was Adriano –
But it was neither.
It was Niccolo.
Shit.
He’s probably calling to chew me out for not getting to Adriano quick enough.
“Yes?” I answered as calmly as I could.
“Where are you?”Niccolo asked in an angry voice.
I could hear muffled shouts behind him –
Then a deepBOOMin the distance.
…what the fuck?
“I’m about five minutes out from thePiazza della –”
“Forget about that! Do you know where the hospital is, the one Dario and Alessandra went to?”
“Yes – ”
“Head there as fast as you can! You’re going to intercept Lars and Dario on the way. Dario turned on ‘Find My’ on his phone – you should be able to track him. Wherever their car goes, YOU FOLLOW THEM. Understood?”
I frowned in disbelief. “What about Adriano?”
“Adriano can handle himself! Now go help Dario – that’s an order!”Niccolo yelled and hung up.
I stared at the road ahead of me in disbelief –
Then took a sharp U-turn.
The cars I cut off laid on their horns, but I ignored them as I sped down the road and simultaneously searched my phone for the Find My app.
Theconsiglierehimself had called me directly and ordered me to go protect the Don.
If I was supposed to dothatinstead of backing up Adriano during a mass shooting…
Something very,verybad was going on.
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Rachel
Inside The Mansion
Iran as fast as I could to the west wing of the house, past burning rooms and debris-filled corridors.
The centuries-old chapel was in ruins – the stained glass shattered, the angels in the ceiling’s frescoes blackening with flame.
I reached a doorway at the end of the corridor. It was already open, and I raced inside.
