Page 101 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

“Where the fuck are you?” I bark at Vito.

“In my apartment. Is everything alright, Boss?”

Fucking Christ.

“Who is at the warehouse?”

“I left Sterling there last night. Is something wr-”

I end the call before he gets to complete his sentence and dial Sterling’s number. It’s fucking switched off.

Shit.

I hastily slip on a shirt and grab a pair of black jeans along with my car keys. I’m losing my mind as I run out of the house, redialing Vito’s number.

It can’t be. Everything. Fuck, no.

Two of my men are positioned at the front door. I walk past them, ignoring their greetings as I slide into my car. Vito picks up the call on the first ring.

“Meet me at the warehouse. Now.” I end the call as I start the car, driving out to the main street immediately.

Who is fucking playing games with me?

My eyes catch the sight of a silver Toyota following me in the side mirror. I grip the steering wheel with one hand and grab my gun from my car’s safe with the other.

“Fuck.”

The car drives closer to mine, maintaining a little distance between us.

One of the men sticks his head out the window with a pistol in his hand. I grunt as he shoots at me. The bullet meets the side mirror instead.

Bastardo!

The car increases its speed as I step on the gas, making a quick turn at a junction. It continues to tail behind me.

Who the fuck are these guys?

He takes more shots at me but they hit the car frame instead. I shoot back at them while still trying to drive safely. I don’t hit either of them. They continue to shoot at me as they get closer.

I take a shot at the man in the passenger side, when their car is positioned beside mine, as he stops to reload. The bullet hits his shoulder. I shoot at them again, this time targeting the car’s tire. It deflates from the impact of the bullet, buying me enough time to escape as the car slows down. I leave them behind and they stop following me.

I’m going to fucking find out who’s behind all this.

Sterling is outside the building smoking a cigar as I pull the car to a stop. His wrinkled blue shirt has a grease stain on it.

“Boss,” he greets as I get out of the car.

Vito steps out of his car, too. He removes the black shades he has on and readjusts his black baseball cap.

“What the fuck happened here?”

Sterling stares at me surprised. “It arrived last night and the men are getting them ready to be transported today. Everyone’s working inside.”

“Then who fucking called me to say it was on fire?”

Sterling exchanges a glance between Vito and me, confused.

Fuck! I kick the tire of my car angrily. The warehouse is perfectly fine. Someone planned this to get me out of the house to fucking kill me.

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