Page 81 of Broken Mafia Prince
I turn the car in the direction of the safehouse, sweat dripping down my face, and drive like a bat out of hell to go save her.
The safehouse is eerily silent when I arrive. It’s empty.
Too empty.
I scan the space—nothing out of place. No forced entry. No sign of Giulia ever being here.
A slow, sickening realization crawls down my spine.
She never made it here.
I whip out my phone, dialing Tommaso. He picks up on the first ring.
“She’s not here,” I say, already heading for my car. “She never was.”
A pause. “What?” Tommaso’s voice sharpens. “That doesn’t—boss, I swear, I watched her leave with Isabella earlier today. They were headed straight there.”
“Tell me how the fuck Luca knew she was supposed to be here. Did he bug my phone? Was he listening in on our conversation?”
“Shit. He must have tapped your line.” Tommaso exhales hard.
“Damn it. I should’ve been more careful,” I bark, already heading back to my car.
A second line rings in. Unknown number.
I already know who it is.
Luca.
Motherfucker.
“You’re a little late, Gagliardi. I hope you enjoyed your little road trip, because while you were busy playing knight in shining armor, I got exactly what I wanted.”
My body goes still.
He played me.
I exhale through gritted teeth. “Where the fuck is she?”
Luca chuckles. The sound makes my blood boil. “Oh, don’t worry. You’ll see her soon enough. I even left a little invitation for you—at the Montanari penthouse. You might want to hurry. Tick tock.”
Rage ignites in my chest like gasoline thrown on fire.
“You touch her, and I’ll carve you into pieces,” I say, voice low and lethal.
Luca tuts. “Tsk, tsk. That’s not a very friendly tone. And here I was, trying to do you a favor—giving you one last chance to see your little princess.”
I grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles go white. “What do you want?”
Luca chuckles. “Oh, just a little fun. Get to the penthouse. Come alone. And maybe—just maybe—you’ll get to say goodbye. Don’t make me wait. I’d hate for you to miss the real show.”
The line goes dead.
“Tommaso,” I bark. “Find out where the Montanari penthouse is. Now.”
I throw the car into gear.
“On it,” he says. “Boss… you think she’s still alive?”
