“Last night. You probably would’ve noticed me if you weren’t so focused on your task it was like you had blinders on.” He chuckled. “What? I’m happy for you.”
“You think she’ll say yes?”
“Bro, you told her you love her, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And she’s having your kid in a few months,” Sandro went on.
“Yeah.”
He smirked at me. “Then I think it’s safe to say you’ve got better than a fifty-fifty shot.”
36
Roman
Finding out the bitch had managed to survive left me in a burning rage. Her death had been essential to all the tumblers inside the lock falling into place correctly, but because of one tiny miscalculation, they hadn’t. Now I’d have to revise my plan. I may even have to start from scratch.
Goddammit.
What drove me the most insane was the fact that I’d taken out three of the four people I’d targeted, only to miss the most crucial one. It frustrated me to no end. I hadn’t foreseen that stupid alarm, and it’d knocked me off my game and made me get sloppy.
So Molly Greene was still alive, and things only got worse from there.
I’d been discovered. Well, not me so much as my equipment and devices. But now, I couldn’t see into the mansion. I couldn’t tell who was coming or going or when. It left me at a disadvantage.
And since I’d grown up under plenty of disadvantages, I didn’t appreciate that.
Not one bit.
With a simple hack into the hospital, I’d been able to tell when the status of Molly Green had been upgraded. She hadn’t been out of the woods for days, but it hadn’t been enough. The wounds I’d inflicted hadn’t polished her off like I’d hoped. And worse, she’d been released. No doubt back into the reinforced levels of security at the Varasso mansion.
It might not have been impenetrable before, but it probably was now.
There was only one miniscule piece of good news that I’d been able to unearth.
Her records stated she was pregnant. The Crown Prince had knocked up a second woman. I’ll say one thing for Luca Varasso: he’s a potent son of a bitch.
Which meant that though I’d fucked up, still meant I had one last chance.
If I took her down now, not only would I be depriving him of the woman he loved, I’d also be depriving him of his unborn child.
Two birds with one stone.
I could still render him distraught, maybe now more than ever.
I still knew the layout of the estate and family home, still had one last ace in the hole he didn’t know about. I hadn’t wanted to do things this way, but sometimes, it was better to use a jackhammer than a scalpel.
Granted, before now, I’d always been an operative of subtlety. On little seemingly inconsequential moves that ultimately provided me with a win, tiny as it might be.
But this time, I’d lost my patience.
He’d backed me into a corner, but I could still spit like a cobra from there. I could still be lethal. And my dear brothers were about to find out just how lethal.
Must be a call back to my acting roots, but I did have to admit to having a flare for the dramatic. My next and final act would definitely be that.
I’d had to shuck my van, turn off my computers, and ditch my hacking equipment in a storage unit. Couldn’t afford to be tracked now, could I? So I wouldn’t be. No more mistakes.