Page 55 of Savage Prince

“I don’t know. I didn’t get a chance to look at them.”

“How did they not see you?”

“I hid.”

“Where?”

“I’m not telling you.” I toss him a cheeky grin. “We might be allies for now, but as soon as we’re out of here and safe, you’re still the man who kidnapped me.”

“And you’re still my hostage.” A smirk flashes for an instant before the darkness descends once again. “I’m going to destroy the motherfucker behind this attack.”

I push back a thick branch, letting Antonio go by before I trail after him. The pathway ahead divides and in my mad rush up from the lake, I can’t remember exactly where we left the boat. “Who do you think it is?”

“I have a few ideas.” His dark gaze rakes over me, a tendon fluttering in his jaw.

“Who?”

“Serena, I know you’re not going to want to hear this, but there were only a handful of people who knew where we were. They are my most trusted men.”

“Oh, you mean like Otto?”

A scowl carves into his jaw. “Despite his clear lapse in judgement and obvious character flaws, he attacked you in a misguided attempt to help me.”

I snort on a laugh. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“I’m not excusing his behavior in any way,tesoro. And there’s not a single part of me that regrets what I did to him. He deserved to die for touching you, but he was never disloyal to me. He never would have leaked our location… none of them would have.”

“So what are you saying?”

“Tony and your father?—”

I halt midstride and spin at him, anger scorching my veins. “You better stop right there before you say something I’ll make you regret.”

“I’m only pointing out the obvious?—”

“Papàwould never sacrifice me!” I hiss. “Your dad might have been a fucked-up piece of shit but mine is not. He wouldneverrisk me getting hurt in that fire.”

He heaves out a breath, a twinge of regret in those bottomless eyes. “Then Tony maybe?—”

“Nope, also no. Tony is family. He was at the hospital the day I was born. And then again for Isabella and each one of my cousins since. He would never!”

“No one else could have known,” he mutters and starts to walk slowly again.

I speed up to his side. “It has to be one of your men… They could have spilled to one ofyourenemies.”

He shakes his head, scowling.

“No offense, but you haven’t been in charge for long. Maybe someone made your guys a better offer.” My thoughts flicker to the past, to the meeting I wasn’t supposed to be at in Milano with Pa. “What about that Sartori guy?”

His fist clenches at his side, the tell like a warning bell. “What do you know about Enrico Sartori?”

“Not much, other than he wants you dead.”

“That’s not news,tesoro. But Enrico is old school, he wouldn’t pull something underhanded like this.” He chews on the inside of his cheek, eyes churning with rage. “These assholes murdered two innocent women in cold blood. That’s not the old man’s style.”

“What about his son?”

His brows furrow. “Federico?”

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