Page 118 of The Merciless King

“For?” the Baldassare heir asks, his brows tight as he looks between us both.

“I’m finished here,” I say, pocketing my phone, hoping I’ve misread the situation. “I just need to advise my buyer, but I can’t get a cell signal in here. Meet you outside and then I’ll let you know if they want to proceed.”

I don’t move though.

I’m not fucking stupid.

Salvatore is watching me and quickly glances at Dante.

I glance at my watch. “Guys. The clock is ticking. It’s late in Europe.”

For all I know, it could be goddamn lunch time.

“How do you know Connor Barrett?” Salvatore asks.

Fuck.

“What the hell have I missed?” Dante growls, looking unhappy with the situation.

I’m unsure why.

“What did you do for the Mancini’s? The dots aren’t dotting.” Salvatore continues his questioning.

Something has happened.

Why are they all of a sudden not trusting me? I trace my steps back, wondering if I left anything in the house. In Gianna’s bedroom.

Was I followed somewhere?

There are a million ways this could have gone wrong, but I can’t figure it out, and I’m surrounded by Baldassare soldiers and facing Frank “The Fire” Baldassare’s second-in-command.

His heir flanking him.

This isn’t good, no matter how you look at it.

“We went over this.” I look between both men, then nod at Salvatore’s drawn weapon. “You going to use that, or do you want the five billion dollars I’m going to provide your boss?”

“What do you get?” he asks.

“One percent,” I answer, but have no fucking idea if that’s the going rate. I’m winging it.

“Let’s just calm our tits,” Dante says, walking between us with his hands up. “Braxton is Gianna’s plaything. Don’t go shooting her toys, Salvatore.”

I let that go, but if I get the chance, I’m going to punch his fucking lights out later.

“Stand aside, Dante,” Salvatore growls.

“Or what? You going to shoot me?” Dante asks, turning his back on me.

“It would make my day.” The don’s second grins, bitterness dripping from him.

Okay then.

Clearly, these two are not besties.

But I have two hundred women downstairs, and I can hear their cries and moans.

Mack has been given the go ahead, and any minute this could turn into a bloodbath. I need to get out of the middle of this enormous warehouse where I’m exposed.

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