Page 69 of Dark Mafia Heir

“A threat? I see you haven’t heard.” She cackles like a fucking witch, eyes glinting wickedly under the lights. “Dear Vivienne, I’ll be attending your funeral.”

I start to lurch forward, willing every fiber of my being to reach for her stupid hair, and drag her down to her knees until she begs for mercy. However, my body fails.

Sudden weakness cripples my knees, and the world sways around me.

What the hell is happening?

The ground feels like it’s giving way under my feet, and I flail my arms for the nearest support.

The stripper’s laughter rings in echoes, amplifying as it fades into the distance, like a sound from a million miles away.

“I hope you enjoyed your drink, because it’s the last one you’ll ever have.” She sneers, rolling her eyes contemptuously before she turns around and starts to leave.

A gasp chokes in my throat.The boss asked us to give you this. A small entertainment to keep yourself busy before he returns.

A growing fog takes over, weighing heavily on my brain. I grip the vanity, and tears well up in my eyes when I hear the harsh pounding of my heart beating like drums in my ears. I struggle to breathe, gasping for air.

Warm tears spill on my cheeks.

Antonio.

My phone. I remember, my phone.

It’s in my grasp, but my sight blurs, so I barely see the contact that pops up on my screen when I hit the message box.

But I type anyway, even as the black stars dot my vision.

Before my strength fails, and the bright world I once saw turns to an empty black hole, I hit send.

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Antonio

Istare at her body, curled up in my arms.

The moonlight bathes her in a soft glow as we move past the shadows on the pavement. Her skin is pale, her body light and almost weightless. Her pulse is weak, and she is barely breathing, but the shallow pumps of her chest give me hope.

Regardless, I can’t help but blame myself for not being there, for not protecting her the way I should have.

[10:26PM] Gattina:Antonio. . .I’m dying.

For fifteen years of my life, I thought I knew what anger was.

That is, until now.

Now, it’s a wildfire, consuming every corner of my mind. There’s a tightness in my chest, the pulse pounding in my temple, the way my fist clenches so hard my nails bite into my palms even as I hold her. I’m shaking, and my hands, vibrating from the force of trying but miserably failing to hold back.

“Antonio.”

Luca’s already standing by the car by the time I get there. His eyes hold both a message of understanding and rage, and hestretches out his arms to carry her. My eyes stay on her the entire time while he carefully lays her on the back seat of the car.

I kiss her forehead, allowing my lips to linger before I shut the door.

My hand goes to the holster between my belt, and Luca slides into the driver’s seat. I barely look at him. “She’s weak but alive. Get her home safe and get the doctor to check on her.”

He nods and steers the car down the road.

I turn back to the club, gripping the gun like an extension of my hand.

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