Page 76 of Die for You
But someone knew of his despicable ways and is now trying to torment Valentina from the grave. The question is, who?
I can think of only one person—Gianna.
The bomb was in my car, but was it a coincidence that Donkey decided to drive his wife’s car tonight?
The phone call was a warning.
We’re not safe anywhere.
Our attacker is two steps ahead. They knew we would be here tonight.
So the question is, who wants us dead?
Chuckling under my breath, I hold Valentina tighter because the better question is, who doesn’t?
Bria isn’t around when we arrive home after midnight. As much as this makes me a bastard, I’m glad for the fact, as I can’t deal with any more drama.
Thankfully, I have the right cops on my payroll who wrote off tonight’s incident as a freak accident. My insurance company will take care of it.
As for the store, nothing but some broken windows and a few other minor damages. The crystals were working their magic, it seems.
Valentina is sitting on the balcony, peering into the starless night sky.
I almost lost her tonight.
It certainly brings home some hard truths that if she died…I would have too. I don’t know what that means because I am still furious that she kept Lettie away from me.
Everything is just a fucking mess.
“Do you know where Gianna is?”
She shakes her head.
I rack my brain.
Suddenly, the answer stares me straight in the face.
“Did she send you any text messages?”
She meets my eyes, the confusion apparent. “Yes.”
“Give me your phone.”
She doesn’t question my request and hands it to me.
I lost my cell in the explosion, but I have a burner phone.
Quickly dialing Gonzo, one of my men who is a tech whiz, I order he gets his ass over here immediately.
He arrives in ten minutes in his blue striped pajamas, his blond hair a mess.
I toss him the phone. “I need you to pinpoint the location from which this text message was sent. Go into my office and don’t come out until you have an answer.”
He makes it clear that I’m asking the near impossible, but nods nonetheless. He opens his briefcase and retrieves a fancy-looking laptop. He plugs the phone into it and frantically types away. Two minutes later, he passes me the phone.
I’m assuming he has copied the data from Valentina’s phone onto his laptop.
He retreats inside.
