I stab again, burying them in his arm.
He rips them free.
Great. Now he has aweapon too.
My hand finds a stapler, and I throw that next. It connects with his face.
He grunts and plants one huge hand on the desk.
Vaults it.
No.
I run again, shoes slipping on scattered pens, and sprint for the side hall.
Then I hear it.
Pounding.
Shouting.
He hears it too.
I scream with everything in me.
“Antonio!”
He lunges.
His hand catches my sweater and yanks hard enough to choke me—
And then a door crashes open.
ChapterForty Seven
Antonio
Elsa screams my name and something in me goes cold.
Dead cold.
I hit the corridor at a run, Vito right behind me, our guards barely registering in my peripheral vision.
The suite door is half open. I slam through it.
Chaos.
Broken ceramics. Pens everywhere. Chairs shoved out of place.
A huge man disappearing down the hall.
And Elsa in front of him, sweater twisted in his fist.
My gun is in my hand before I register drawing it.
Rage wipes everything else out.
Vito gets to Elsa first, dragging her back and behind him.
