Page 127 of Dangerous Intent
As the knife slipped from my fingers, I gazed into Danny’s soulless eyes.
What have I done?
TWENTY-NINE
Marchello
“Drive faster,”I shouted at Milo as I continued to dial Lissia’s phone.
It was a fucking setup.
The minute we got to Danny’s expected location, our miscalculation was evident.
“I’m already doing a hundred,” Milo said as he maneuvered a sharp curve in the road. “If we get pulled over or wrapped around a pole, we’re not going to do Lissia any good.”
“Why isn’t she picking up?” I dialed again. “Where the fuck is she?”
“Maybe she’s sleeping,” he said. “No one has access to the villa, right? Dom is with her.”
“He’s not answering either.” I slammed my hand against the dashboard and stared into the distance at the early morning sunrise. “Something is wrong. I shouldn’t have left her.”
My phone rang. I immediately checked the caller ID and answered it. “Lorenzo, I need you to go to the villa and check on Lissia.”
“I’m heading there now.”
“Why?” I glanced at Milo, the panic rising in my gut as he accelerated. “What’s happened?”
“I’m not sure, but when I sent a few more of my men to the beach, they identified men who weren’t in my detail.”
“How did that happen? Where is Dom?” I asked. “What’s going on?”
“I’m trying to figure that out. None of this makes sense,” he said. “Where are you?”
“Two minutes out.”
“Do you want my men to break down the door if she doesn’t answer?”
“Do what you have to do to get to her.” I ended the call. “I have a bad feeling.”
As we came up to the entrance of the resort, my heart pounded. If Lissia was okay, she would have answered her phone.Where the hell is she?
“Collins got to her,” I said.
“You don’t know that.” Milo pointed ahead. “You’re going to see her in a few seconds. She’s okay.”
“You don’t know that!” I shouted. “This is my fault. Lorenzo’s men were compromised. Why go through all the trouble if Collins wasn’t coming for her? He led us on a wild chase so he could get to her. We fell for it!”
One of the last fucking things I told her was I would cut her loose if she couldn’t control herself. Who does that? Why did I say that to her?
I didn’t wait for Milo to stop the car as we approached the villa. I jumped out while he was shifting into park.
The villa door was open, and Dom came outside to meet us.
“Marchello.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry for what?” I hurried up the porch steps, ignoring his grim look and not waiting for an excuse I didn’t want to hear. “Is she in there?”
“Yes.” He moved out of my way.
