Page 118 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

The driver is looking to the rearview mirror. “Fuck. What do I do?”

Suddenly, the Range Rover swerves to the left lane, and speeds up.

The uber driver’s eyes cross with mine as something like relief crosses his eyes.

I start to smile before my eyes lower to the road, and I watch as the Range Rover swerves at the last second, right in front of us.

I open my mouth to scream, but my body is slammed against the seat in front of me as the uber smashes into the side of it.

37

ANDRE

“We’re wasting time.”

I pace the living room of the penthouse as Marco, Dez, and Sloan load up The Vault’s security footage on the TV.

Marco rolls his eyes. “We have to make sure we’ve covered all possible scenarios, Andre?—”

“He knows we’re watching him.”

“Perhaps,” Marco muses, pressing a few buttons on the remote. “But he’s one to get sloppy when he thinks he’s got the upper hand. He’ll want us to get bored and move on to another location, and that’s when he’ll strike.”

“You better be right, Marco.”

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and one glance at the screen has my blood running cold. “I want this up and running by the time I finish this call.”

Marco offers me a mock salute, and I shoot him a glare as I turn my back on him and swipe my phone screen.

“Rosa? It’s one a.m..”

“Andre,” Rosa sobs. “It’s Lila. She’s missing.”

My stomach revolts and my eyes flutter closed as I try to digest Rosa’s words.

“She snuck out to try and help me, a-and she’s not here. She said twenty minutes, It’s been an hour. Andre, please, you have to help?—”

“Stop.” I turn around to face Marco.

He glances up at me, and the look on my face has him straightening, signaling to Dez and Sloan to pay attention.

“Calm the fuck down, Rosa, and tell me everything.”

I pull my phone away from my ear and put it on speaker, setting it down on the glass coffee table.

“I snuck out to meet Emilia at Vision.”

Marco and I both curse, glancing at one another at the realization that our fifteen-year-old sister is at some shady club in White Plains. “But she left, and then some guy was harassing me?—”

“Fuck,” Marco hisses.

I hold up a hand to silence him. “How the hell did Xander let this happen?”

“It’s not his fault, Andre. I climbed out the window.”

“It is his fucking fault, he’s meant to be watching you at all times!”

“Please, Andre. Don’t blame Xander. This is all on me. I’m the one who put myself in this situation.”

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