Page 128 of Craving Danger

Renzo shakes his head, not happy that I’m going to fight Ivan. He voted that we attack full force, but the others agreed with me.

“Fine, but I say when and where,” Ivan spits out.

“Last time I checked, I was the one with the gun to your brother’s head,” I mutter. “I’ll send you the time and place.”

I end the call and copy Ivan’s number to my phone to send him the message once I’m ready.

We’re all quiet as we leave the room, and only when we’re out of the armory does Renzo mutter, “I’m going with you.”

I shake my head. “No. I’ll have Marcello and Milo.”

Renzo grabs hold of my shoulder, and I stop walking to lock eyes with him.

“I’m going with,” he growls.

“I’ll take my sniper rifle,” Dario says. “I found a nice spot in the building next to yours that gives me a perfect view inside your warehouse. Just make sure both doors are open.”

“Angelo and I will wait nearby with our men in case Ivan brings an army,” Damiano informs me.

I glance at them, then shake my head. “You’re not going to take no for an answer, right?”

They all mutter some variation of ‘fuck no’ as we continue to walk out of the guesthouse.

“Give me thirty minutes to scope the warehouse,” Dario says. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready, then you can notify Ivan of the location. I want to make sure he doesn’t send men to take up sniper positions so he can take you out the second you get there.”

“Thanks.”

“We’ll get the men ready,” Angelo says.

I nod and watch as they leave, then turn my attention to Renzo, who’s still glaring at me.

“Why are you doing this?” he asks. “Why not just hit the fucker hard and call it a day?”

“I don’t want to lose half my men going up against the Slovak mafia.”

“And?” he pushes.

“They fucking shot at Samantha and traumatized her.” When Renzo opens his mouth to argue, I shake my head hard. “I’m doing this my way.”

“You have no idea how well Ivan can fight,” Renzo argues.

“So? Have you forgotten I’ve trained with the best?”

Frustrated with me, he shoves a hand through his hair. “No, I haven’t. I just don’t want to risk your life.”

“Brother.” I shake my head. “I’ll be risking my life whether we attack full force or I fight the man old-school.”

He stares at me, and realizing I’m right, he lets out a sigh.

I punch him hard on the shoulder before I walk toward the mansion.

“What the fuck is that for?”

“For giving me shit,” I mutter.

When I enter the house, I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial the direct number for my line at the office.

“Mr. Vitale’s office. Samantha speaking.”

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