Ninety Two

Dante

I almost died. Again.

This time was different, however. The other attempts on my life had been sloppy, easily avoided. Except for the car bomb, I saw them coming.

The sniper caught me by surprise. I hadn't expected a coordinated attack to facilitate Marco's escape. I suppose I should have—he knew it was me or him, that one of us would end up dead—but I'd been shot on the street like a foot soldier. In front of my girl.

What had I been thinking?

What if she had been the target instead? It is Federico who planned this shit and he still hasn't got over his list for the De Luca's wealth. He would be more stupid than I thought him to be if he thinks merely getting rid of Isabella will eventually make Roberto's business a walk over to make his.

I'd been careless, which is unforgivable. I should've held firm and had Lorenzo cancel the appointment. Instead I let her manipulate me to get her way to meet her uncle.