“On it already.” Antonio tugged his phone from his blazer pocket. “I’ll also send some men around the mansion’s perimeter to make sure no one tries to breach the walls.”
“Appreciate it.” Benny patted his back before mouthing,Get the girl out of herenow, to me.
Thirty-Six
Blair
Sliding backinto Enzo’s car, I was undecided if chasing him in the tunnels had been the best decision.
In one sense, I had met his mom and sister. Just as much as he was trying to put my pieces together, I wanted to do the same with him.
In the other, I was entering an entirely new, dangerous world with him.
Will I even be able to leave when this ends?
Or will they make sure I disappear because I now know too much?
I sat in the passenger seat as Enzo sped out of the hospital’s parking garage. Again, I wished I’d grabbed my purse so I had my phone. I seemed to be constantly without it lately.
I wanted to text Daphne about the president’s assassination attempt. The news playing in the hospital had provided no updates on the president’s condition or who the suspected shooter was.
The seat belt dug into my neck as I shifted in my seat to look over at Enzo.
“Can you tell me what happened?” I asked. I held back telling him that I knew his father had been shot because I wasn’t sure if Iwas supposed to know. It might’ve slipped from Gigi’s lips by accident.
From where I had come from, I knew that accidentally telling secrets could get people in trouble. Or killed.
The odds of Enzo being honest with me were slim, but a girl had to try.
Under a streetlight while he waited to turn, I noticed him working his jaw. It was so tight that I was surprised it hadn’t snapped.
“My father was shot,” he said, shocking me that he’d told me the truth.
I lost a breath before saying, “I’m so sorry, Enzo.” Reaching out, I ran my hand along his arm. Iwantedto take his hand but was worried about his reaction.
He didn’t wince at my touch, though I’d expected him to. Some of his tension eased.
“Do you know who did it?” I was pushing it with another question I wasn’t sure would get answered.
He shook his head, taking the turn, and we entered the heavy New York City traffic. It was night, but it was still bumper-to-bumper with other vehicles. I noticed a cab driver stick his hand out the window and scream at another cab.
Enzo hesitated, as if unsure if he could trust me. “Whoever it was, they won’t be alive much longer.” His jaw tension returned.
“What about your dad? Will he be okay?”
“He’ll survive,” he said with absolute certainty, like the man had a thousand lives. “He’s strong.”
I nodded, hopeful that was the truth.
How wild.
Hoping a homicidal Mafia boss wouldn’t die was a new character trait for me, but it seemed Enzo was rubbing off on me.
“Are we going back to the university?” I asked him.
“No, I’m taking you to my home.”
His home?
