Page 95 of Twisted Embrace

“There’s also not much of a charge,” Lucia choked out.

Another clunking sound occurred and I checked the level of gas. Christ. A bullet must have hit the gas cylinder. We were losing fuel quickly.

“Then turn the phone off to save what little juice we have and tell me where the hell we’re going.”

Whatever happened, this wasn’t going to end in a fairytale wedding. My ugly premonition had been right.

Today would end in tragedy.

CHAPTER 26

Enzo

“What the fuck do you mean you don’t know where they are?” I snapped into the phone.

Mattia hissed. “We were under attack, for fuck’s sake, just like you were.”

How the hell had this even happened? The various attacks had been coordinated. I raked my hand through my hair, studying D’Artagnan. He was in bad shape, a bullet hitting him in the upper chest. The hospital was on standby for our arrival, but he was going in and out of consciousness, which wasn’t a good sign.

“Are they alright? Were they hurt?”

“I don’t know, Enzo. I didn’t have time to grill them. I told them to get to a safe place.”

The entire situation had gotten too far out of hand. “Where the fuck is that?”

“I don’t know!” Mattia snapped. “Look, this is a shit-show right now. There’s news that both Don Rizzo and Don Caldone were attacked. Fortunately, they’re alive. But that means we have hundreds of Russians combing the damn country. We need to make a plan.”

I took a deep breath, trying to control my rage. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do after getting Dar some help. But not before saving the two women that mean the most.”

“I hear you, brother. If I get in contact with them, I’ll let you know where they are. I’m on standby preparing to track them down.”

I ended the call then held the phone to my head. “Fuck. Goddamn it!” As I wrapped my hand around the phone, I knew I could crush the damn thing easily. I should have listened to Joy’s warning. If I lost her, there wouldn’t be a Russian soldier left alive.

“Mr. Lazarro, Don DeLuca is having trouble breathing.”

Lorenzo’s voice was full of concern. I’d been forced to leave several of our men back in Sicily. The anger boiling in my blood wouldn’t be soothed easily. I would track down both Grigori Volkov and Boris Petrov and I would kill them myself, taking my time to do so.

I pressed my fingers against Dar’s neck. His pulse was weak. “Find out from the pilot how long before we land. Find some fresh towels. Get an ambulance to the airport.”

“You got it, boss.”

Boss.

As I stared down at D’Artagnan, the realization he’d had a premonition of his own weighed heavily on my mind.

“Hold on, Dar. Everything will be just fine. Lucia needs you. Your baby needs you.”

He opened his eyes, wheezing. I added pressure to the wound. “Where are those damn towels?”

“Here, boss. Right here.”

I yanked them from Lorenzo’s hand, the soldier one of Dar’s most loyal. As I placed one over the bullet wound, my gut told me if we didn’t get him to a hospital soon, he’d have no chance of making it. I was finished with the games being played.

Now we’d do it my way.

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Another hospital. Another near tragedy.

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