Page 75 of Dangerous Vows

I’m not.

Because nothing about this feels right.

“I’m coming.”

My hands are clenched so tightly around my phone that my knuckles are white as I text Joseph to pick me up.

I have a sinking fucking feeling that this is only the beginning of something bigger.

When I look at the exit, I’m not thinking as I rush toward it, knowing my driver will be waiting for me. But that’s when I’ve been watching, causing a disturbance. A fight breaks out, and I speak into my mic, instructing security to handle it.

There’s only one thing on my mind.

I have to get to Amara.

PIETRO

MINE EVEN IF IT KILLS YOU

As I crash through the door, cold air steals my breath. The Hummer pulls up, and I bolt toward it, heart pounding, Amara on my mind.

That’s when I hear it—a strange whizz just past my ear. A second follows, and I spot the bullet hole in the car beside me.

Fuck.I’m in trouble.

More bullets fly, sharp pings echoing around me as they ricochet off metal. I duck, adrenaline crashing through me.

I feel a burning pinch on my arm before I dive into the Hummer, just as another shot cracks through the air. My guard’s already behind the wheel, engine rumbling, eyes sharp.

“Go!” I bark. I pull myself into the seat and grab the moving door, slamming it behind me. Tires screech as we peel away from the curb, bullets still flying, the city blurring past. My heart’s racing—but all I can think about is Amara.

Where the hell is she?

Who has a beef with us?

And why do they want me dead?

This can only mean one thing.

We’re at war.

I glance at Joseph. “Good timing,” I huff.

“I headed here immediately, what the fuck is going on?” He looks at me as the vehicle whines loudly as he pushes the gas. I manage to close my door, and Joseph is busy looking in the mirrors to see if we’re being followed.

I pull a gun from the glove box. Then, I reach for my phone and send a text to Matteo to arrange for a doctor to be at the safe house we keep on Long Island.

With any luck, we can get Amara and Sarah out of the apartment alive.

Matteo confirms my request. It’s time to tell him the bad news.

Someone shot at me. We’re at war.

Fuck!

I know my brother will have a plan. We’ll regroup, we’ll persevere, and we’ll get through this. We’re Borrellis.

But first, I have to get to Amara and make sure she’s safe.

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