Page 102 of Redemption

“Fuck!” Dante yells as he rushes to him. “What the hell were you thinking?”

I turn the gun on him. “Don’t touch him.”

He ignores me and leans over Giancarlo’s body slouched in the chair. His hands going to his neck to stop the bleeding.

“Where is she?” I demand.

Giancarlo opens an eye and laughs as he coughs up blood. “Where did you learn to shoot?”

“My father taught me.” My voice was gravel. “But you didn’t keep him alive long enough to tell you that.”

I round the desk, pushing Dante aside as he grabs his phone from his pocket. I dig my fingers into my uncle’s neck. “Where is Aria?” I shout.

Dante tosses his phone on the desk and pushes me aside. “What the hell are you talking about, Mirabella?”

A cynical grin takes over Giancarlo’s face as he struggles for breaths, his face growing paler. “That’s the mafia princess I was looking for.” He gurgles up blood between breaths. “I never took your daughter.” He laughs.

I stumble backward at his words. “No. You’re lying. You threatened her life. You took her.”

He only laughs one more time before he passes out. Dante rips his suit jacket off and then his shirt and presses it into his father’s neck.

“Tell me, Dante,” I say, my hand growing shaky as worry takes over me again.

My cousins, Luca and Domenico, rush into the office. Both wide eyed when they see their father seconds from death.

Luca knocks my gun out of my hand and wraps his arms around me, pulling me away from Dante and Giancarlo.

Dante looks up at me, a sadness in his eyes. “If he took her, I don’t know about it.” He looks up at Domenico, who has taken over applying pressure to Giancarlo’s neck. “Dom?”

He shakes his head. “No. He didn’t take her.”

“Magda and Salvatore?” I ask, my anxiety growing.

Dante raises a brow at me. “The ones that own the restaurant you work at. What about them?”

“They’re dead.”

“It wasn’t us, Mirabella.”

My heart drops. As my mind races to piece things together. If it wasn’t him, then it had to be The Partners. They would have been the only ones that knew about Bastian and his house in Mallorca. The only place Kilian would take me.

“Did you know he was responsible for my parents’ death?” I ask quietly.

Dante sighs. “No. Not until yesterday.”

“What about Kilian?” I ask.

“He was here yesterday.”

“And he left?”

“Yes.”

I collapse in Luca’s arms. He lets me go as I drop to the floor. Apparently I’m no longer a threat.

“Mira, I didn’t know about your parents. I may be as ruthless as he is but I never would have taken your daughter.”

“Even knowing who her father is?”

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