Page 73 of Scarred Heir
“Mr. Accetti,” Diego continued. “You should know better than to allow such a stunning woman to walk the streets of the city alone. Just ask your father what could happen if left to her own devices. There are plenty of bad people out there waiting to make money off her.”
“Fuck you.” Milo shoved him.
“Such a coincidence that she sought my help, isn’t it?” Diego continued to taunt Milo. “If you hadn’t shown up, who knows where we’d be now.”
“But I did show up,” Milo said. “And now you’re going to be dead.”
“Milo.” I squeezed his arm. “This is my fault.”
“Ricardo!” Milo shouted. “What the fuck is she still doing here? Take her to the office.”
“Let’s go.” Ricardo hooked his arm in mine and led me down the same hallway that Milo had taken me the first night we met. The night my fate was decided. “You really have to learn when to lay low and let Milo handle things.”
“I don’t want him to kill someone because they offered to buy me a drink,” I said as we entered the drab office. The old, wood desk and the brown paneling covering the walls could make a person want to jump out of a window. “Milo is being absurd.”
“This has nothing to do with you.” Ricardo closed the tattered curtains. “Well, maybe just a little, but that man who wanted to buy you a drink paid three million dollars for my best friend.”
“What?” Why didn’t I stay at the penthouse?
“Diego is the reason Lissia and Marchello can’t come home.” He switched on a lamp that looked like it had been here since the eighties. “He’s a despicable human being and also one of the reasons Nico is unavailable.”
Of all the people waiting to get into the club, I had to seek the attention of Milo’s enemy. There was no way Diego set our meeting up. I had approached him. Our unfortunate encounter was my dumb luck. The story of my life.
“I didn’t know who he was.”
“Which is why you can’t be lurking around here without security.” He pulled the chair from around the desk and motioned for me to sit. “If you’re going to be with Milo, you need to get smarter.”
I draped my coat over the chair before taking a seat. I slipped my shoes off and rubbed my aching feet. Walking six blocks in those heels wasn’t smart. Nothing I did tonight would win me any awards with Milo.
“I didn’t know that I shouldn’t come here,” I said. “There wasn’t even a guard posted at the penthouse.”
“Just because you couldn’t see any guards didn’t mean there weren’t any.” He sat on the edge of the desk. “To be fair, I don’t think they expected you to leave the penthousein the middle of the night. They’re going to pay for that mistake.”
“Great.” I sighed. “Now I’m responsible for Milo taking out his anger on the guards I didn’t even know I had?”
“With Diego showing up tonight, and now that he knows who you are, things are going to get a little more complicated around here,” Ricardo said. “We’re all going to have to be more diligent.”
“How can you be sure that Milo won’t kill him?”
“I can’t.” He shrugged. “But he’s not going to do that in the middle of the club. He’s too smart for that.”
“Ricardo.” I twisted my hands when an awful realization loomed in my mind. “What if I don’t know if I can live like this?”
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Milo
Diego Medina’sconfident smirk irritated me. He knew something I didn’t. When an enemy was as bold as the man standing in front of me, there were going to be problems.
Problems I didn’t need.
The crowd of eager patrons I drew to the normally secluded bar when I punched Diego began to disperse with some nudging from my security team. Now that phones weren’t in my face, and my team made sure I could do business, I would rid myself of this problem.
“We’re going to escort you out of here, and you’re never going to see the light of day again.” I bent down and picked up the barstool that had hit the floor during our scuffle. “You’re an easy problem to rid myself of.”
“You don’t want to do anything that would bring harm to me.”
Diego’s courage unsettled me. It didn’t make sense thathe would walk in here and seek me out. He didn’t appear to have security with him.What is he up to?
