Page 43 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

I held my breath. I’d only heard her voice that morning, and yet I wanted to hear it again so badly.

But Lynx ignored Violet’s question. “Dax? You’re there?”

“Yes,” I said stiffly.

“Nyah asked me to pass on a message.”

My breath stuttered in my lungs. Hope filled me.

It was like Lynx knew and took pity on me, because his voice softened. “Listen, man. She told me to tell you to stay away. She’s marrying Carlos, and she doesn’t want to see you.”

Violet’s mouth dropped open. “No. I don’t believe that for a second.”

I didn’t want to either. I couldn’t.

There’d been something between us this morning. Her words might have been saying to leave.

But her body had said something different altogether.

“It’s for the best. The date is set. There’s a white dress hanging in her closet.” He sighed. “I’m really sorry. But this wedding is happening. And she doesn’t want to see you.”

“And what?” Violet raged. “She doesn’t want to see me either?”

Lynx’s voice darkened. “Do not come over here, Violet. Under no circumstances. It’s not safe.”

“If it’s not safe for me, then it’s not safe for her either!” Violet shot back.

She’d taken the words right out of my mouth.

Lynx groaned. “Reaper, you want to help me out here? I cannot have you all storming the gates at the Guerra mansion. You will last all of three seconds if they think you’re here to kidnap their boss’s fiancée.”

I’d seen that with my own eyes. Seen the heightened security. The cameras. The guards with guns.

I already knew that after this morning, I wouldn’t get another shot so easily.

But I also knew I couldn’t stay away from her. Not when Violet had just confirmed everything I was thinking.

Nyah would never willingly marry Carlos Guerra.

Lynx was still trying to reassure Violet. “I have her. I promise. I’m literally at her side every minute I’m awake. I won’t let anything happen to her. And I’ll talk to her about calling you. I’m sure she has her reasons for being quiet.”

Reasons like Guerra was keeping her that way. Did she even have a phone? Or had that been taken from her too, along with her free will?

I wanted to get in my car and drive straight back over there, demanding to see her.

But I could do that and get myself put on a watch list. One where I would never be permitted entry through Guerra’s gates.

Or I could be smart. And find a way inside. One where I was invited in, not looked at with suspicion.

It was the only way I was going to get her out. I was sure of it.

I just had to work out what Carlos needed.

And then be the man who delivered it on a silver platter.

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