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“Why the hell would they mess with us?” Antonio asks.

“Baby Canvani is pissed I have his ex-fiancée.”

“Shit,” Antonio says with a chuckle. Rocco shakes his head.

“Should have kept it in his pants and maybe she’d still be with him.”

As I pull my gun from its holster, I realize I shared personal information with Antonio and Rocco. Something I’ve never done before. Though, maybe it’s because I’ve never had anything to share. I hadn’t thought about them knowing Jordan’s relationship with the Canvanis was important, but it seems I was wrong.

I click off my safety and pull another clip from the hidden compartment under my seat, just in case I’ll need it. These guys aren’t chasing us to chase us. They have a plan, and I bet the plan is to kill. Dario has grown some balls lately, and I am going to enjoy putting the old fuck right back in his place. I keep my eyes on the SUV as we weave through cars.

“Rocco!” I call out as I put my window down. “I’m going for it,” I tell him, so he’s aware we’re going to catch fire for this. These guys aren’t going to let me shoot at them and not shoot back.

I empty my clip at the car, taking out a light and cracking the windshield. The rest of the bullets ricochet and dent the body but hit nothing of importance. Despite what the movies show, shooting in a moving and swerving car at another car doing the same thing, isn’t easy. And I’m a good fucking shot. When I lean back inside the car to load the new clip in, I spot the gun out of the driver’s seat. They shoot and I duck down. Rocco lets off a few rounds. Tires squeal, and the car swerves, sending me sliding against the opposite door.

“Fucking hell!” I shout.

“Sorry, boss,” Antonio responds.

The roar of an engine gets louder, and I’m lurched forward as the SUV rams into us. More shots ring out but I don’t know who they’re coming from at this point.

With a growl, I get back into position, ready to light those fuckers up, when we’re rammed so hard the car swerves onto the shoulder and skids on gravel. Antonio jerks the wheel, trying to make up for it, but it sends the car rolling through the air. Metal crunches and glass shatters when we hit the ground. Once. Twice. I’m flipped around at least a dozen times, pain radiating in my shoulder and a sharp ache in my head.

Everything fades away. Everything goes black.

Chapter Forty-One

Jordan

I’m heading to my room after another solo dinner when there’s a commotion of shouting and banging from the foyer. Curiosity getting the best of me, I move to the railing, gripping it and looking down into the large living room.

“—here any minute.” That’s Bernice.

“I called him on the way; he should be here now!” Enzo growls, sounding angrier than I’ve ever heard before.

“Yes, but the problem is he isn’t able to help your arm, so he had to get his son,” Bernice explains quickly, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

Help his arm? What’s wrong with his arm?

“He better be here within the next two minutes or he’s going to have a bigger problem to deal with than my arm—a fucking bullet in his head.”

Heavy footsteps sound and a moment later, Enzo, his two ass-kissers, and Bernice walk into the living room from the main foyer. I don’t try to hide myself, and Enzo seems too furious to notice me. His left arm is in a makeshift sling. His clothes are torn and—is that blood on his forehead?

The two ass kissers move behind him, the one who never talks looking at me with narrowed eyes. Fucker doesn’t miss a thing. They both look like hell too. One has a black eye, the other is bleeding above the eye. Their clothes are ripped, dirty, and torn like Enzo’s.

What the hell happened?

Bernice mutters something I can’t make out and the doorbell rings. She whirls around and rushes toward it. The three men continue out of my view into the hallway below me.

“Thank god you’re here,” Bernice says. “Hurry up before he has both our heads.”

She hurries back this way, followed by the doctor who helped me and a younger man who looks about Enzo’s age.

What happened to Enzo? And to the other guys? Were they attacked?

I hurry down the stairs, needing to know what’s going on. I’m grateful I don’t have any shoes on, so I can move quietly. Knowing Enzo, if he sees me, he’ll order me back to my room.

When I reach the hallway, it’s empty. It’s clear they went into one of these rooms, but which one? I move past each of them, listening for voices, and pause when I hear them behind one on the right. Does he have an actual doctor’s office? No way. He can’t possibly… Can he?