Page 49 of The Prices We Pay (Vittori Enterprises #1)

Dante

“ W e are not putting that on the website,” Luca snaps.

“Come on. It would be a fucking gold mine. You—”

“Guys,” I interrupt their bickering and barge into the conference room. “I need to speak to both of you. Now.”

Luca and Enzo share a look of concern before excusing themselves. “Excuse us,” Luca says to the group. They make their way over to me and quietly close the conference room door behind them. They each instantly read the panic in my demeanor, and their expressions harden. “What’s going on? ”

“We have to go. Right now.”

I start moving down the hall without even waiting to see if they’re following. Once I stop at the elevator, they catch up to me. Enzo grabs my arm and asks, “D, what’s going on?”

I hold out the manila envelope in my hand. “Clara just dropped this off at your desk before she left. Told me to give it to you. Said a courier service dropped it off at the front desk.”

Luca looks at the envelope that reads “Luca Vittori” in familiar handwriting and then back up to me. One glance at the writing on the front, and I know he knows who it’s from. He snatches it out of my hand and rips it open.

The elevator door opens. “Open it on the way down,” I demand.

The three of us climb in, and I hit the button for the parking garage. The elevator slowly approaches, and every second that passes, my patience grows weaker and my rage grows stronger. Because I can feel it. I feel it in my gut that something is wrong .

Luca pulls out the envelope’s contents and lets the manila envelope land on the elevator floor. “What is it?” Enzo asks anxiously.

The contents shake in Luca’s hand, and when he looks up, I know my gut is right. “They’re photos.”

“Ph—photos of what, Luca?” If the wobble in Enzo’s voice isn’t an indication of his rising panic, the paleness of his face and clenched fists are.

“Of Sebastian and Josephine… when they were leaving the office… ten minutes ago.”

The elevator stops, and the doors open to the parking garage. The three of us share a look of pure terror before springing into action.

“I’ll drive,” Enzo says, and the three of us take off in a spring toward his G-Wagon.

“Dante, get the guns out of the trunk; I’ll call Seb.”

“Luca, it’s broad daylight. People can’t see us running around the city with guns,” Enzo reminds him, throwing open the driver’s door and climbing in.

I don’t stop to wait for his answer because I already know what it’s going to be. I open the back of the wagon and unlock the compartment inside the floorboard. “I don’t give a single fuck, Enzo. I will not lose them both. Do you understand me?” Luca roars.

Enzo starts the car, and I climb into the back seat. I quickly load each of the weapons I grabbed and hand each of them their own. Enz puts his car in drive and says, “Good. Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page.”