Page 91

“Arturo will pay.” He rambles on, leaving me confused.
What did Arturo do last night? Based on Giuseppe’s anger, I’d guess he didn’t drink the wine. I can only hope that Arturo is alive.
Joseph would be here shooting every one of them if they murdered his father, whether he had a chance of surviving the attack or not. That much I know.
I also know that Francesca, Rhett, Spencer, and Gage will be right behind him, followed by Anthony Fanucci and his son, AJ.
Hell will rain down on Giuseppe Rossi and everyone he associates with if they kill either Arturo or Joseph.
It will be the beginning of the end for one of the families. An all out war until one family ceases to exist.
Footsteps echo down the hallway, getting closer to my room before Vincent appears in the doorway.
“Sir, a package was just delivered from your nephew in New York. It looks important.”
Giuseppe Rossi pulls his phone out and glances at the screen before shoving it back inside his pocket. “He can’t call or message to warn me? Where is it?”
Vincent glances at me before saying, “It’s in the foyer on the table. There’s another matter we need to discuss, but in private. It’s regarding the research you sent me after.”
The two men walk out of the room, leaving the door wide open.
Was this done on purpose? Are they testing me? Baiting me? So they have a reason to shoot me?
I can’t escape even if I wanted to. I overheard Emily talking about the cameras in the hallway. Someone will be alerted the second I step out of the room. Not to mention having to run past them in the foyer to get to my car.
They probably moved my car by now. There’s no way they left it parked out front this whole time.
I lay back down on the mattress, laying on my side so I can watch the door. I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of just laying here.
Yelling and screaming comes from the foyer. Their loud voices drift down the hallway. Whatever was in the package can’t be good because Giuseppe Rossi is swearing up a storm.
My heart races as I picture him marching down the hallway to my room with a murderous glare on his face and his pistol in his hand.
The walls to my room rattle like an explosion just went off. All yelling ceases for a moment before the house rattles again.
What the hell is going on? It sounds like a war zone.
Something slams into the wall in front of me a second before someone runs into my room. I yelp out in surprise.
It’s just Emily, calm down.
She has a wild look in her eyes, like she can’t believe what is happening. She closes the bedroom door behind her and drags the table in front of the door. She pushes it for good measure.
I sit up and lean against the wall. “Emily, what’s going on? It sounds like we are under attack.”
“We are!” She yells as she spins around and leans against the desk. “This isn’t the morning wake up call I dreamed of. Your saviors have arrived, and they are fucking psycho.”
“Huh?” She isn’t making any sense. “Who are my saviors?”
“It’s Joseph Marino and his men. They have fucking missiles, and they are shooting them out of the back of their trucks. They are going to destroy the house. The other side of the house is completely gone.”
My heart leaps out of my chest.
Do they know I’m here?
Did something happen to Arturo, and that’s why they are blowing up the house?
Emily continues. “I can’t believe they are destroying the entire fucking house! I’m not going to have a job when they are done. If Giuseppe doesn’t kill them, he will have no choice but to move away. It’s all turning to rubble.”