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Spencer pulls his pocket knife out and opens the first crate. His eyes widen as he glances inside. “RPGs?”
Gage grins. “Hell yeah. This is every man’s dream. Real life video games.”
Laughing, I jog to the building and grab the blueprint for Giuseppe Rossi’s house before stretching it across Rhett’s tailgate.
“Alright. The hostage and interrogation rooms are here.” I point to the front corner of the house.
Rhett adds, “There is a door here that leads outside. The hallway is long and narrow with cameras pointed at both doorways.”
Spencer points to the back center of the house. “This is where the living room is and there is an entire wall of windows. There are two exits here, but I wouldn’t count on them being here. If wewant to do the most damage, we need to attack upstairs or in this back corner.”
Gage looks at the floor plan, confused. “What’s in the back corner? It looks like a breakfast nook.”
I answer for Spencer. “That is where the secret cellar is. It’s also where his armory is. If we can collapse that side of the house, they won’t be able to get in or out.”
Rhett’s expression changes. “Then that’s the place we hit first.”
“First, I need to reach out to my cousin and make sure the first part of the plan went down without a hitch.”
All three men stare at me. Gage is the first to speak. “And what was that?”
“A little retribution.”
Rhett frowns. “Are you going to explain more, or are you going to make us guess?”
“Rossi tried to kill me last night, so I put a hit out on his favorite nephew. One hundred and fifty thousand to whoever kills him and sends Angelica the proof. That will teach Giuseppe not to fuck with my family.”
All three men glance at one another.
Spencer clears his throat. “Well, that’s a sure fire way to start a war. So, what’s the plan of attack?”
“Alright, here’s how it’s going to go down…”
Chapter Twenty-One
ALEXANDRA
Giuseppe barges through the doorway,looking like he hasn’t slept in days. His eyes are hollow with large bags underneath, and his face is pale.
Maybe he didn’t sleep last night.
There was so much commotion when he came back that it woke me up. Men were yelling and arguing and several things broke, but no one came down this hallway. Not even Emily.
Giuseppe paces around my room, stopping to mutter to himself for a moment before resuming his pacing.
I scoot closer to the corner, trying to get as small as I can.
He looks unstable. Almost as if he’s been drinking all night. His head snaps in my direction, drilling me with his hard gaze.
“Maybe I should kill you right here and right now. Francesca did kill my queen. It would be an eye for an eye, so to speak.”
I don’t dare speak, for fear that he will crack under the madness and actually shoot me right here.
He continues to pace, and mumbles, “I’m losing this war. How does he always get the upper hand? I can’t lose. Not after everything I’ve been through. Not after losing Elizabeth.”
He’s going to wear his shoes thin, walking back and forth and turning around that fast.
Every once in a while, he turns his enraged glare on me. I feel helpless and hopeless, like I’m just waiting for my execution. I discreetly rub my stomach and pray that something will take his attention away from me and my inevitable death.