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I shook my head. "No." We probably should, but we were skipping that scene this time. "I'll have that dealt with after we get home."

Getting him back to the safety of the villa was my only concern at the moment. Everything else could wait.

"Ready?" I asked.

"I guess."

We have Mateo and Boris with us so we didn't need a huge vehicle. If we'd had the rest of the guards, we'd have taken one of our SUVs. With just the four of us, the Mercedes sedan Jake had rented for us would do just fine.

As soon as we climbed off the jet, I escorted Tony to the backseat of the car and then climbed in behind him. Boris got the car started while Mateo placed our bags in the trunk and then climbed into the front passenger seat.

"Boris," I started, "Head straight for the villa. Do not stop for anything or anyone."

"Yes, sir."

I had disabled my cell phone just as the others had so I'd have to wait until we got home to call Vinnie and have him send the guards back on a commercial flight. I'd also need to arrange to have the SUVs standing by for them. Luckily, we had more security currently guarding the villa.

We really needed to step up our plans to hire more men.

Once we pulled out of the executive hangar and got on the highway, I kept a close eye on our surroundings. So far, we'd been lucky and no one seemed to know our movements. While I hoped it stayed that way, I wasn't going to hold my breath.

This whole trip had been fucked up from the very beginning and it didn't look like it was ending anytime soon. I was starting to wonder if they were after me or Tony, or maybe both of us.

I racked my brain and tried to connect the dots of the limited evidence we had so far, but I really couldn't connect it to anything or anyone.

Worse of all, because of the magnitude of deaths, thePolizia di Statowere involved. If Don D'Angelo had been alive, the matter would have been left to us. Since he was one of the dead, thePolizia di Statowould most likely be all up in our faces.

That was going to be a barrel of laughs.

Chapter Nine

~ Anthony ~

"It's beautiful here."

Having never left New York, I'd only ever seen places like this in magazines and on TV. The view from every side of the car was simply stunning.

"Wait until we get to Genoa and then you'll really see real beauty," Vito stated. "It's part of the Italian Riviera. Between the sea, the mountains, the valleys, and the lowlands, there's every type of view you could imagine."

I couldn't wait. Just this drive alone was like a dream come true.

"Your villa has beach access to the most beautiful blue water you've ever seen in your life."

I gasped as I turned to look at Vito. "Beach access?"

Vito leaned closer to me and murmured, "Remember that whole deep water thing?"

"Yeah."

"The water is so crystal clear, you can see all the way to the bottom."

Oh, major plus.

"If you ever want to go out on the water, one of your yachts is moored at the marina."

"One of my yachts?" I asked. "How many do I have?"

I really needed to sit down with Vito at some point and try and get the full scope of all my holdings.

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