But if he knew I was a Rossini...
With stark clarity, I started to understand why Jimmy was so insistent that I not reveal my true identity yet. When I did, it’d invoke plenty of danger.
“Yes, sir,” the guard replied to Antonio.
“Have a car waiting for me.”
Through my peripheral vision, I noticed Antonio smirking at me.
“I don’t wish to have blood on me when I take my bride.”
The fuck you will. I wished him to go so I could get this over with. If he was heading toward the location where Emma was being kept, I intended to follow.
In a roundabout way, I had found her. I thought that fight was a waste of time, but if I hadn’t gone through it, I wouldn’t have angered Antonio so much that he’d capture me. And if he hadn’t captured me, he wouldn’t have brought me here to overhear that key piece of information.
She was at her house, held there by her father, Damon, and all I had to do now was follow Antonio there.
The door shut, and the nearest man rushed at me.
Kicking him surprised him, just in time for the second man to attack with a club. Deflecting him and getting off the chair, I knocked him to the ground and had the club. I was almost too armed as the third man came at me with a knife and a rope. He put up more of a fight, having seen how effortlessly I dropped his companions to the bloody floor. After I grabbed the chair and busted it about, I ended it all, seemingly before a true fight could begin.
The back of the chair was wedged over one man’s head, trapping his arms. Another had broken kneecaps, unable to get up quickly, and the first one was out cold from a hard hit to the head.
“Better luck next time, assholes.” I limped, then steadied my pace as I rushed for the door.
Time wasn’t on my side. I had to hurry to follow Antonio.
He could lead me to Emma, and then I’d make sure she didn’t have to suffer another second in his company.
The next time he was near me, I’d end his life for trying to insist she wouldn’t be mine after she already agreed to be just that. My fiancée.
My future.