Page 93 of Twisted Embrace

As the driver of our Escalade veered to the right, shots were fired.

“Romano was killed,” Dar hissed, his weapon already in his hand.

“How the fuck did they know we were here?”

“That’s a good question. Lorenzo. Get us the fuck out of here.”

I noticed another vehicle appearing from the right. I rolled down the window, powering off several shots. I concentrated on the windshield, the weakest point if the car was armored. Even though the SUV veered off, crashing into a tree, I continued firing.

“Goddamn it.” Dar was firing from the side window.

There was no time to analyze how this had occurred, although it was obvious that conversations held for both parties had been hacked.

“Make certain the women are safe!” Dar yelled but I’d beaten him to it, dialing Anthony’s number. As with the other calls, it went straight to voicemail.

They were in trouble and we’d been stupid enough to accept bait leading us to Romano.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

“Fuck. There’s more of them,” Lorenzo hissed, swerving back and forth on the road.

I noticed oncoming traffic, Lorenzo barely avoiding getting hit. “What about Romano’s son?”

“He’s alive,” Dar answered. “The main car was targeted.”

If I didn’t know better, I’d say the breach could be within his organization. Whatever the case, I would do a clean sweep of my soldiers and I would hunt down the bastard.

“We have another one on our tail,” Lorenzo snapped as he glanced into the rearview mirror.

I shifted in my seat, my patience gone. The sons of bitches had fucked with the wrong man.

“What the fuck are you doing?” D’Artagnan yelled from the back as I struggled to climb partially from the window.

“Handling it.” I sat on the edge, my torso hanging out the window, judging the distance. As soon as I started firing off shots, so did the fucker in the passenger seat.

Lorenzo swerved and I got off a volley of shots. The windshield was shattered and I noticed I’d managed to get the passenger, his weapon bouncing off the pavement.

Then the driver got off a single shot before I managed to put a half-dozen bullets in his face through the broken glass. Almost immediately, the SUV backed off, rolling off the side of the road seconds later. From what I could see, there was no one else.

I slid back in, taking a deep breath then turning my head.

“D’Artagnan!”

Blood had soaked through his shirt. As he lifted his head, a smile crossed his face. “You always… wanted to be… in charge.”

“Get us to the plane. Now. Now. Now!”

* * *

Joy

Terror.

It kept the adrenaline flowing and the anger simmering just under the surface. I’d never felt such rage in my entire life.

Or such fear.

We’d been chased from the moment I’d driven away from the bridal shop, shots fired. At least two bullets had been driven into the body of the SUV. A clunking sound coming from the chassis, the sluggishness of the engine was a clear indication something major had been hit.

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