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I fell in and out of sleep for the majority of the night. I wasn’t sure when Teo got home, or if he had even come home at all. I heard a deep man’s voice every once in a while, asking if I wanted some water. But, all I did was wave him away and fall back asleep.
Until I woke up one time in the middle of the night and found a gun shoved in my face.
“What the--?”
Rosana’s voice hissed at me. “Shut up and listen.”
My eyes focused quickly as I stared up at her darkened outline. “Where is--?”
“Your little security guard? Taking a nap. Muscles don’t do very well with sedatives.”
I frowned deeply. “So, what? You’re gonna shoot a woman while she’s down? I didn’t take you for the type.”
She snickered. “You know, that Lorenzo guy really does sling a nice dick.”
My voice fell flat. “I wouldn’t know.”
She pressed the gun to my forehead. “Good, because I’m tired of you riding the dicks of men I should be on.”
I paused. “What the hell are you doing here, Rosana?”
She smirked. “Lorenzo offered to marry me and help me take out Mateo if I snuck in this evening and killed you. Figured it was a win-win situation for all of us.”
“Suppose that requires you to get divorced first. Is Daddy Dearest going to enjoy that?”
Then, she cocked her gun. “I guess I’m about to find out.”
20
Mateo
What I didn’t tellChar was that I was about to go crash a dinner Lorenzo was hosting. If I could catch him off-guard, I had a better chance of getting him to talk. I knew this man had a plan up his sleeve. A plan to backstab me and make me look like a dying old fool. I wasn’t an idiot. Lorenzo had backstabbed everyone in his circle at least once. It’s why Ronnie kept him on such a short fucking leash.
But, just before we hit town, my car got t-boned.
“Mr. Emiliano!” my driver exclaimed.
I braced myself against the seat as the car’s tires skidded against the road.
“Can you get us out of here!?” I yelled back.
I heard my driver trying to floor it. I heard him switching gears and attempting to find a way out of this mess. But, when I looked to my right, I saw the ocean coming closer and closer into view. The drop-off toward the water made my eyes widen. Metal ground against metal as my door started intruding upon my personal space.
Then, we were hit from behind and the window behind me shattered.
“Get down!” I roared.
I heard the cars crunching before we came to a grinding halt. The ocean waves kicked up, signaling their hunger as they climbed the cliff. I tried to crawl and reach for my driver, but he was too far away. And before I knew it, a door ripped open and someone grabbed the back of my suit jacket.
Pulling me clear out of the car.
“This is for thinking you could steal from Mr. Lucchese,” a man growled.
Steel-toed boots slammed into my stomach as someone held me down by my neck. I felt someone strip me of the weapons on my hip before they turned me over. My wrist dangled off the edge of the cliff as the ocean spray lapped against my skin.
And when my head lobbed over, I saw a man pointing a gun at my driver.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I warned.
