Page 84 of Broken Mafia Prince
What feels like a lifetime later, we finally stop moving.
I brace myself when the trunk begins to open, ready to fling myself out and attack Luca, but the cocking of the gun stops me.
“Don’t even think about it,” he warns me. “Get out of the car. Hands in the air.”
I step out slowly, obeying his instructions. We are at an ancient decrepit building surrounded by a chain link fence. I can hear the sound of waves crashing a distance away, and I assume we are somewhere near the river.
Around me, I spy guards in black combat gear manning the compound. My heart sinks to my stomach when I count about fifteen men. Even with my skills and abilities, there’s no way I’ll be able to take out this many men. The cold realization that I’ll die here today if no one comes to my aid hits me suddenly.
“You won’t get away with this,” I tell him. “My grandfather won’t?—”
Luca’s laugh cuts me off, sharp and mocking. “Your grandfather? TheRe Ombra?” He spits the name like it’s a joke. “The same man we’ve never seen or heard from all these years? You really think he gives a damn about you?”
I glare at him, but his sneer only deepens.
“Your father doesn’t even mention him,” Luca continues, circling me like a predator. “Who knows what bad blood’s between them? Let me spell it out for you, princess—you’re nothing more than a forgotten mistake. Just an offspring from his wasted sperm. TheRe Ombracouldn’t care less if you lived or died.”
The words cut deep, but I refuse to let him see it.
“And even if he did ask,” Luca says, his grin widening, “he’ll only hear the story I give him. I’ll make sure it goes like this: There was a clash with your old friends, the Gagliardis. A bloody battle. And guess what? There were no survivors.”
My stomach twists as the pieces fall into place. This isn’t just a power play—it’s a setup. He’s trying to lure Raffaele here, and when he does, Luca will use him to complete this sick plan.
“You’re insane,” I hiss, my fists clenching.
Luca just shrugs. “Maybe. But I’m also thorough.”
He motions to the front door with his gun. “Walk.”
Just as I take a step, the sound of an explosion booms behind me. The force of it throws Luca off balance, and he falls into me, his gun clattering away. I take the opportunity to bury my elbow into his stomach, and he lets out a pained grunt.
I’m about to punch him again, but he rolls away and starts running, screaming instructions at the men. I pick up his gun and rush after him while bullets go off behind me. There’s no time to investigate who’s doing the shooting; my only focus is on hunting Luca down and ending his useless existence.
He glances over his shoulder and sees me coming after him. He lets out a high-pitched scream and trips over something, crashing to the ground. I grab him by his collar and pull him to his feet.
“You bastard,” I hiss at him, raising my fist and bringing it down on his face.
His head snaps to the side, but before I can hit again, there is another explosion. It distracts me long enough for Luca to slip out of my arms and bring his booted foot down on my ankle.
An earsplitting scream tears out of my mouth, and Luca grabs his gun back and rushes away.
I’m still trying to hobble to my feet when I hear footsteps hurrying toward me. I tense, bracing myself to fight off whoever is coming, but to my surprise, two familiar faces appear from the cloud of smoke.
“Giulia!” my cousin cries, racing toward me with tears in her eyes. “I thought I’d lost you.”
I almost lose my balance as her body crashes into mine, and she starts sobbing into my shoulder. My eyes meet sharp blue eyes from over her shoulder, and I find them taking me in inch by inch. I glance between the both of them suspiciously.
“What are you doing here with him?”
“I didn’t really leave the building when you told me to. I heard Luca’s man say where they were taking you, and after Luca took you away, I called an ambulance.”
She pauses, hesitating before pulling something from her pocket. “I also found your phone under the couch,” she admits. “I didn’t know what else to do, so I called him. But he was already on his way to the penthouse.”
“So Father?—”
“Isn’t dead,” Isa assures me. “They’re taking him in for surgery, but they think he’ll be okay.”
“There’s no time for this,” Raffaele’s voice suddenly cuts in. “We need to get out of here. This whole place is set to blow any moment from now.”
