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I try Braxton’s phone a few more times and then floor it to keep up with my father’s driver, but not too close that they’ll see me.

I have no idea where we are going.

But my possibly unreliable instincts tell me I’ve just caused a whole lot of trouble.

Forgive me, Braxton.

I’m so damn sorry.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

BRAXTON

“I need to call my buyer,” I say, pulling out my phone and pressing dial. I see a bunch of calls from Gianna, but now is not to the time to be focusing on the woman I shouldn’t, but do, love.

Staying alive is a little more important.

I press the device to my ear, ignoring the screaming warning going off inside my head.

Something is wrong.

I can see it all over Salvatore’s face.

Is that why Gianna was calling? Surely not. Dante has already confirmed to me that she doesn’t know what is going on within the business.

“Are they in there?” Mack asks suddenly as the line connects.

“Stop,” Salvatore says, pulling out his gun and letting it hang beside his leg.

“Yes,” I barely say, hoping it’s not the last word I ever utter. Then I end the call.

“What’s going on?” Dante says, rejoining us.

Where the hell has he been?

“The boss is on his way,” Salvatore tells us both.

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