Page 120 of The Diávolos: Part Two
I discreetly glance around for a possible way out, but all I see are tunnels. The one I assume I came through and the one Philip appeared from. I don’t know where either of them leads, but I’ll have to make a snap decision if I manage to escape. I need to secure some sort of weapon first.
My eyes land on my masked captor and he lets his gaze linger on my face as if trying to read my next moves. I don’t falter and narrow my eyes into slits. If he already anticipates that I’ll make a run for it, I’ll have to attack him first.
Although, given his record, I don’t think I’ll get far.
I break eye contact and look to the other side of the room where a sleepy-looking guard lingers, a gun hanging at his waist. The other men in the room have disappeared, maybe done for the day. Perhaps Philip and the behemoth behind me will leave me soon, and I can run to the guard and disarm him.
I don’t know how long I spend mapping out my plan, but Philip interrupts my thoughts.
“Don’t think about doing anything stupid, Angelica,” he warns. I just smile.
“Of course not,” I respond in the most innocent voice I can muster, widening my eyes.
He seems content with my answer.
“Great. As long as you cooperate, I have no problems letting you go, but if your husband puts up a fight, neither of you will make it out alive.”
“Why should I believe you? You’re going to kill us either way so you can control Cebrene!” I shout.
“I don’t need you to be dead to control Cebrene,” he deadpans.
I furrow my brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Philip points to a thin folder I hadn’t noticed on the table. “See for yourself.”
I grab the file and open it, skimming over the document. My breath hitches. It’s my father’s will.
He wrote me out of it.
Philip is the rightful heir.
Fuck.
33
EVANDER
“Watch your back in times of darkness, for it is when shadows become your fiercest foes.”
—Unknown
Iwalk inside Dr. Joseph’s office. “You better have a good fucking reason for pulling me away from my wife,” I grumble, annoyed that it’s the first time I’ve seen her awake in three days, and I had to leave her.
He meets my gaze, unperturbed by my anger.
Dr. Grant Joseph has been working for my family ever since I was a young boy. He was a good friend of my uncle’s, almost an advisor to him, so I value his opinion and work. But right now, I want to deck him in the face for giving me attitude.
“You can’t stay here for too long,” Grant says. “You know that whoever targeted you will come for you.”
A heavy exhale escapes me, carrying a mixture of resignation. “I know. When can she leave?”
“Today.”
For the past few days, I’ve been on the hunt for Philip.
I know he planned the attack, but I have no idea where he’s hiding.
After Gianis dropped the bomb of Peter’s estate being in Philip’s name, now I understand why the fucker wanted to kill us.
