Page 89 of Dangerous Games

“I left him at the top of the stairs with his mouth taped shut. Didn’t want to risk something happening. Alessio is on his way. He’ll get him.”

“How do you suggest we play this? I’m not waiting for him.”

Matteo has about two seconds to come up with a plan before I go in.

My eyes scan the room as I wait for Matteo to answer. Two men are in the corner talking to each other as they stare at Bronwyn. Another man is by himself on his phone, not paying attention. And the last is Bronwyn’s dad. He’s standing near her, but he’s watching the guys in the corner.

Oh yeah. He’s mine.

“Fuck it,” Matteo finally says as he reaches for his gun. “Let’s just get this over with.”

A sinister smile spreads across my lips.

It’s showtime.

I come out from around the metal banister slowly slapping my hands. “I think my brother and I missed our invite, boys.”

Dennis’s eyes widen as he steps back while the other three men stand up straight, their hands reaching toward their waistbands.

“This is a private party, Adduci,” one of the guys says.

“Ah, so you know who I am?” I ask. Rage is flowing through my veins, but my tone doesn’t show it.

The man grunts.

“Then you know who she is to me.” I nod toward Bronwyn.

I can’t look at her right now because if I do, all bets are off. I need to get her out safely without risking her getting shot in the crossfire.

“She’s not yours anymore,” the man with the phone pipes up.

“That’s news to me.” I tilt my head. “Then whose is she?”

“Boss’s brother bought her. He’s on his way to pick her up now.”

I chuckle lowly. “You see, that just won’t do.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because the only one leaving here with her is me.”

In one quick motion, I raise my gun and fire four rounds into his chest. Matteo fires off rounds behind me at the other two guys as they return fire. A bullet grazes my arm, making me fall back a step as I grunt in pain.

“Shit, are you okay?” Matteo yells over the gunfire echoing around us.

“Fine,” I grunt as I load another clip and aim right at the guys. I empty it into both of them as I watch their bodies rock back until collapsing on the floor in a pool of blood.

Dennis runs frantically for the door.

But I’m faster.

I snatch him back by the collar of his shirt before slamming him up against the concrete wall. The sound of his head cracking against it is like music to my ears.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask, getting up in his face.

Dennis swallows. “I forgot something.”

“Yeah, you forgot something alright,” I say, my voice snaking out like a whip, making him flinch. “You forgot to check on your fucking daughter.”