Page 329 of Legacy
I smooth a strand of hair behind my ear. “Morning.”
He falls into step beside me as I cross the garage. My grip on my bag tightens, every sense sharpened.
I should’ve taken the elevator to the lobby. Should’ve called Enzo before I even touched the door.
“Where you headed?” he asks, tone easy.
I don’t miss the flicker in his eyes.
“To Vasilisa,” I lie smoothly. “Enzo’s taking me. Girls’ breakfast.”
“Yeah?” His voice shifts. “Didn’t know you two were close like that.”
I offer a shrug. “Getting there.”
I have to get out of the garage. I keep walking, my fingers slipping in to my purse.
Shit.
This is not the one with my gun.
“Enzo’s meeting you down here?”
“Mhm.”
“You already call him?”
I stop. Just a beat.
Not long.
But enough to register the weight in his question.
I smile, casual. “Yup.”
My fingers wrap around my phone. I tap the emergency shortcut to call Angelo.
It starts to ring.
I don’t take my eyes off Gio.
But he’s faster—his hand dips into my purse, yanks my phone out, and slams it to the ground. His boot crushes it before I can stop him.
“Gio—” I start.
But I never finish.
He strikes.
I duck, just barely dodging the blow to my face. My heart spikes. Adrenaline hits hard and fast.
I move.
Luciano trained me for this. Years of drills. Spars. Being knocked to the floor and told to get up again.
Always fight.
Never freeze.
