Page 142 of Double Trouble for the Mafia Prince
"Don’t drink," I say again. "Put a finger in your throat and bring it out. Now."
She stands and walks quickly to the sideboard.
Bends over the basin there.
Luca sways.
His hand goes to the table’s edge, white-knuckled.
Dante appears just then.
"Gianna," he snaps, "what’s happening?"
I point at the server, who breaks into a quick run and is tailed by Salvatore guards.
From the shouts and screams that follow moments later, they catch him.
"That boy. I know him. Rossi event, years ago. He’s not new. He’s planted."
Valentina sinks to her knees.
She’s gagging now.
Luca grabs the edge of the table and topples his glass.
It shatters.
"Get the med kit!" Dante roars, already across the room.
I kneel beside Valentina, lifting her head, watching her pupils contract unevenly.
Her lips are turning grey at the corners.
The same pallor is beginning to creep across Luca’s skin, sweat beading on his brow.
His breathing is shallow.
Dante jabs an injector into Luca’s thigh.
We live in strange times that require me to ask no questions when I find the med kid contains stuff like this.
He then does the same to Valentina.
His hands are steady, but his eyes are wild.
The antidote works fast, potent enough to stop the spiral.
Luca coughs hard.
Valentina groans softly, her mouth still stained red.
Dante turns to the security team storming in with the server between them, his eyes wide with manic fear.
"Shut the estate. Lock down every entry point. No one in or out. I want eyes on every corridor, every staff member interviewed, every uniform verified. Start with the kitchens."
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