“What?” she whispered anxiously.
“I tried calling the guard who’s stationed by Vitello’s house. His number is also dead–went straight to voicemail.”
Ana regarded him blankly. “What does that mean? Is…did the Don tell you they are attacking Vitello already?”
She half-hoped, half-feared.
But his face twisted in denial. “It’s too soon. Boss said he would wait for me to return and for Luke’s men too. The earliest we’d planned to go over there was by six this evening. There’s no way he would attack this early, with just one guard.”
Gio was defenseless.
Alone with her aunt.
Cold sweat dripped down her back. Feeling as though her mind was splintering apart, she clutched her throat. “We have to go home.”
Chapter 26
Flames licked along her vision. Revealing the image of an exploding car, one that emitted plumes and plumes of smoke…which swallowed its occupants in an instant.
How far could someone go out of greed?
They had killed one Don before. What would stop them from killing another?
Ana found it difficult to speak as the driver arrived at their floor and eyed Grandfather nervously. “Ma’am?” He quietly looked to her for direction.
At her silence, Reggie stepped in to explain the instructions before gently grasping her by the elbow and propelling her forward.
“What do you mean you’re leaving?” Grandfather shouted behind her.
“Sir–”
“My appointment is in half an hour! You can’t tell your dress lady to wait?”
“Bianca is getting impatient,” Ana murmured, her words coming from a distance. She glanced helplessly at the bodyguard.
Reggie turned to him, promising, “We’ll be back before you’re done, sir.”
“But I–”
At Reggie’s pressing shove, Ana stumbled into the elevator, Grandfather’s continued rant fading behind them. She began trembling like a leaf as soon as the doors closed.
“Boss will be fine,” Reggie muttered quietly.
There was no way he could know that. Gio hadn’t returned either of their calls, and she had called him fifteen times. Fifteen times in five minutes.
Something was grossly wrong. Her husband would never ignore that many calls from her, regardless of how busy he was. The phone was still ringing too, which meant that it wasn’t turned off.
Her body felt cold all over as the road stretched out ahead of them.
What could she do?
They were an hour away. All the other people in the house were in her aunt’s employ. If she called them, they would know she and Reggie were heading back early.
“Do you have Luke’s number?”
“Yes, of course.” Reggie unlocked his phone and handed it to her as he drove down the interstate at breakneck speed, skirting the speed limit.
Scrolling quickly down to his name, she dialed his number. Rubbing a hand along the base of her throat, she breathed unevenly until his deep voice came through.