Page 75 of Scarred Heir

“I’m alive.” I hurried down the hallway. “Sorry to wake you, but this is important.”

“No, it’s after eight here. We had a late night, so we slept in.” When the phone rustled, I imagined he pulled himself out of bed. “What’s up?”

“I had a run in with Diego Medina,” I said.

“Where?”

“A few minutes ago at the club.”

“He came for you?”

“He’s coming for all of us.” I leaned against the wall a few feet from the office. “I can handle things here, but you and Lissia have to leave Greece.”

“Why?”

“He has eyes on you there,” I said. “I’m not sure if he was bluffing about the proximity of his people, but he knows you’re in Greece.”

“How? Who the fuck is he working with?” The thud that followed was a pretty good indicator his fist went through a wall. “What does he want?”

“To pick up where Gian left off. He wants to traffic through the city.”

“I need to come home.” His low and steady voice dripped of malice.

“Not until we get a better understanding of what’s happening with Medina.”

“I’m not going to leave you vulnerable,” Marchello said, raising his voice. “That’s not how we do things.”

“I said I can handle it.” I hated to give him the rest of the news, but he had to be warned. “There’s something you need to know.”

“What?”

“He threatened Lissia.”

“How did he threaten my wife?”

“He has a pretty good idea why you took her on the run.” Why couldn’t this family catch a break? “He can’t prove it, but he can cause enough smoke that the Feds will start a fire.”

“Fuck.” He let out a long, hard breath. “We need to get Dad out.”

“I’ll work on that,” I said. “I’m going to send more men to your next location. I’ll reach out to Lorenzo and get him to move you.”

“Milo, you need to be careful.”

“Just take care of Lissia.” I closed my eyes and rested my head against the plastered surface. “I’ll make sure we’re all protected.”

“Let’s put things in motion to get me back.”

“I want you home, but let’s make sure we neutralize Medina first.” I ran my hand through my hair. “I’ll be in touch.”

“Stay safe.”

“You too.” I ended the call, realizing more in thismoment how much I missed not having my brother by my side than I had in several weeks.

Pushing off the wall, I headed toward the office. As if I didn’t have enough issues, now Medina knew who Sable was. The threats he made against her didn’t sit well with me.

There was a reason my father didn’t want any of us getting close to women. My mother was a prime example, considering she was no longer breathing. Lissia had been taken, attacked, and almost killed. Marchello couldn’t come home because he had allowed himself to get too involved.

I had done the same thing with Sable. I put her in harm’s way because I didn’t think that my enemies were paying attention to my personal life. I had to rectify that.