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Matteo pulls his gun from the back of his belt and snarls angrily. He stands up and fires a few shots blindly, not knowing where the men are hiding.
I pull my gun out, but I don't fire blindly. I wait for one of them to show themselves.
Bullets shoot past my ear, inches from my skull.
"Fuck." I swear loudly, realizing they are all around us and we are in a very fucking bad situation.
Just when I think we are going to die, men come running out of the warehouse, armed to the hilt, firing wildly at whoever is shooting at us.
It doesn't take long for the attackers to flee.
When the shooting stops, I stand up, dragging Matteo to his feet. I turn to James. "What the fuck took you so long?"
"I was in the back of the warehouse when I heard the commotion break out."
I nod. James is good at his job. I have to be grateful he was on it enough to chase those guys away in time.
Matteo is dusting his suit off again and swearing under his breath.
"I need you to find out who that was," I say to him.
"How the fuck should I know?" he says defensively.
I raise my brows at him. "I didn't say you knew who it was. I told you to find out who the fuck it was."
He lifts his lips in a snarl of anger and marches away from me, straight to his car.
He gets in and revs the car aggressively, causing the wheels spin out of the parking lot, spitting gravel and stones out from behind him.
"What the hell happened?" James asks, observing the wreck of cars that took the brunt of most of the bullets.
"I have a feeling I know who it was, but even for him, it was a quick response."
"Who? Who has it in for you this bad? I mean apart from half the planet."
"Amelia's father. Diego Ricardi. I'm sure she called Daddy on the way home, and he would have been pretty pissed off. He nearly did a good job of this too. Almost killed Matteo and me in one go."
"Not even close. I wouldn't have let that happen." James shakes his head.
"A few minutes later and it would have happened."
"Shit, sir, your leg's bleeding," James says suddenly.
Sure enough, there is a thick stream of blood oozing through the fabric of my pants.
"I didn't even know. I can't feel anything."
"Yes, it's called adrenalin and shock. Come back into the warehouse and I'll have the doc take a look."
"No! I don't have time. I want to get home before Amelia does."
"For fuck sakes, sir. It doesn't help if you bleed to death on the way."
I touch my leg where most of the blood appears to be and find a tear in the fabric of my pants. I rip it open further and pull the fabric apart to examine the wound.
"It was a graze," I say. "The bullet just skimmed my leg. I'll clean up at home."
James shakes his head. "I'm driving with you. I have to keep an eye on you in case you bleed to death."
