Page 40 of Dark Mafia Heir

I roll the window down and lean out slightly, taking aim. The wind howls in my ears, but my focus narrows to the target—the driver in one of the cars chasing us. I fire. The windshield of the Mercedes cracks, and the car veers off course, slamming into a barrier.

“Good shot!” the bodyguard yells. But there’s no time to celebrate. Another car pulls up, and the muzzle of a gun glints through its open window. A barrage of bullets pelts our vehicle.

“Down!” I shout, ducking as the windows shatter. Shards of glass rain over us, but I don’t care. My priority is to get Vivienne out of this safe.

The driver turns sharply onto an exit ramp, tires screeching as we narrowly avoid slamming into a truck. The maneuver throws off one of the enemy’s cars, but two others stay on our tail.

My phone buzzes, and I glance at the screen. It’s Lorenzo. “We’re two minutes out,” he says.

“We don’t have two minutes!” I snap, ending the call.

The second Mercedes comes alongside us. Its passenger leans out, gun in hand. I don’t give him a chance. I fire three quick shots, and he slumps forward. Their car swerves and collides with the one behind it, taking both out of the chase.

Only one left.

The driver floors it, and we speed onto a narrow stretch of road. The final car closes in, its front bumper nearly kissing ours. My bodyguard fires at their tires but misses. They ram us again, and we spin briefly before the driver regains control.

Enough of this.

“Slow down,” I order. The driver hesitates but complies, letting the enemy’s car pull alongside us. I aim carefully, waiting until their window aligns with mine. The moment it does, I shoot. The bullet finds its mark—their driver. The Mercedes swerves violently before crashing into a guardrail.

Silence.

Our car slows to a stop on the side of the road. I glance back at Vivienne, who’s still crouched low. “It’s over,” I say, my voice softer now. She looks up, her emerald eyes wide with fear and something else—relief, maybe?

The convoy of our cars pulls up moments later. Lorenzo jumps out, scanning the scene. “You good, boss?”

I nod, handing him my gun. “Clean this up. I’m taking her home.”

Vivienne looks at me as I settle back into my seat. Her hands tremble, but she says nothing. She doesn’t have to.

The horror in her eyes is enough for me to decipher what she wants to say. The lying half-dead in the smoking Mercedes works for her father. He’d somehow figured out we’d be here and sent them to retrieve his daughter.

If he thought getting her back would be that simple, then he underestimates me. I need to get a message across to him in a language he’ll understand.

I slide out of my seat and round the car to drag Vivienne out of hers. “Do you recognize any of these Italian bastards?”

She shakes her head. She has the guts to lie despite the obvious fear in her eyes and the way her body’s trembling. “No… I… I don’t recognize any of them.”

I smirk. My little wife is not a good liar. “That will make my job easier then.” I fill my gun with more bullets and point it to one of the men, but she grabs my hand just as I’m about to pull the trigger.

“What are you doing?” she yells.

“Getting rid of them.” I scrutinize her expression. “They tried to kill us. I should make sure that never happens again, shouldn’t I?”

She huffs out a shaky breath. “You can’t do that.”

I cock my brow. “Why?”

“Because…” She pauses, and her throat bobs as she swallows. “They’re… my father’s men.”

“So, you lied to me?”

“I couldn’t just let you kill them,” she shoots back, her eyes wild with rage. “I thought you’d hurt them if you knew.”

I chuckle at her naivety this time around. “Their fates were decided the moment they decided to chase my car,gattina. Only one of them will be leaving here alive.”

A shot rings in the air as I pull the trigger on the first guy.

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