Page 49 of Broken Honor

I exhale slowly, watching the fog curl from my breath.

“She’s planning to run now?”

“She’s already halfway out the door,” he says. “They’re staying in the house for now, but she’s wrapping things up. My men are watching her. Let’s take the girl tonight.”

I shake my head.

Bugatti frowns. “Why not?”

“She’s expecting it,” I say flatly. “She’s not stupid. She’s probably counting the shadows outside her window already.”

“Vieri, I don’t think you understand—” he leans forward slightly. “She’s got a flight. Tomorrow.”

That makes me pause.

He continues. “She’s booked it. Confirmed it. She’s flying out. She’s not waiting for us to act, she’s already gone.”

I nod slowly. “That means she’s scared.”

Bugatti narrows his eyes. “And you think that’s a good thing?”

“Fear makes people predictable.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Find out the flight time,” I say. “You and I will take her from the airport.”

He blinks at me. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“That’s a public space. Full of cameras. Witnesses.”

“Exactly,” I reply. “She’ll think it’s the one place we’d avoid.”

Bugatti’s eyes widen slightly. “You want to intercept her in a damn airport?”

“She’ll be off guard. We won’t need noise—just precision.”

He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, but he knows better than to argue too long. He nods once, reluctantly, already pulling his phone from his coat pocket.

Footsteps approach behind us.

“Here come the hyenas,” I mutter.

Bugatti stiffens, stepping slightly to the side as Riccardo and Enzo walk up, golf bags slung over their shoulders.

“Who’s that?” Riccardo asks immediately, eyes locked on Bugatti.

“None of your business,” I say without looking at him.

“Since when do you take meetings on the green?” Riccardo presses.

I turn my gaze on him, slow and cold. “Since when do you not mind your own?”

Bugatti steps away, already moving toward the edge of the course. He knows his cue.

Enzo shrugs. “I thought we were here to play golf, not scare away strangers.”

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