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“You're a fucking hitman now?” I rolled my eyes, shaking my head in disbelief.
“With business cards apparently!” William amusingly chimed in as he guzzled his glass of wine.
“Who paid you to kill Felipe?” I stroked my chin, wondering if he would answer the question.
“Who cares,” he shrugged, smiling. “The point is, we have a common enemy now, don’t we?”
“Wehad one,” William snapped. “It was you!”
The ride back to the apartment was unbearable as Tanya and I sat in the back of the security's SUV, silently staring out our own windows. Joseph sat in the passenger seat as another man drove. I had not seen the driver before, but I trusted Joseph, so I knew we were safe with him.
He texted furiously on his phone before he received an incoming call. He spoke a language I had never heard before but sounded rather middle eastern, maybe. I arched my brows as I shifted in my seat, trying to eavesdrop. Who was I kidding? I did not understand anything other than English and Spanish.
Tanya glanced over to me, acknowledging to the front with her eyes. I smirked, shrugging. It was as if we were nervously having a silent conversation.
Before long, we arrived back to the penthouse, trudging out of the elevator and into the living room. I threw myself back onto the couch, still hungry. My stomach churned with stress, so eating was not an option at the moment.
Tanya sat on the couch across from me, leaning forward tapping her lips with her fingers. We both watched intently as Joseph paced the room, running his fingers through his hair.He was visibly distressed as his eyes darted back and forth at the two of us.
“Joseph are you okay?”
Seeing Marco was absolutely terrifying for me. Shaking, the reality finally set in that he was in London and I wondered why. I was not clear on the business he had with Valentino or why he was here. Was he working with Felipe? Surely not! I found myself becoming suspicious of everyone.
Joseph began to loosen his tie as he yanked his earpiece from his ear, glaring at me, “May I speak to you in private, Miss Ayala?”
Slowly rising to my feet, I made eye contact with Tanya, who widened her eyes. I shrugged, following him out onto the terrace. He plodded over to the railing, squeezing it so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
He sighed loudly, muttering, “Fuck fuck fuck,” under his breath.
Exhaling, I reluctantly crept to his side. Defensively, I folded my arms over my mid-section, holding it tightly. He slowly turned to me, taking another deep breath. He shifted his weight as he lifted a hand to his chin, resting his elbow on his other arm as it was also defensively curled around his stomach.
“What?” I choked, “Is everything okay?”
“I don't know how to say this, but I will just say it,” he buried his face in his palm. “Felipe has been spotted in London. He knows you guys are here.”
My mouth fell open and I began to tear up, frozen in place.
“Please don't do that,” he insisted. “Your friend will wonder what's going on and I don’t need you both going mad.”
He pulled a tissue from his pocket, hanging it to me. I wrinkled my nose as I studied it, searching for any sign of disgust.
He rolled his eyes, “It's clean.”
I dabbed the corner of my eyes, hissing, “Shouldn't you tell Valentino this?”
“I wanted to but he was busy with his brother, and my job right now is to protect you,” he paced back and forth a few times in between his explanation. “I have to get you guys to a--.”
Just then his face dropped, and his eyes widened as he glared into the house. Just as my eyes followed what he was looking toward, he grabbed me, harshly yanking me to the terrace floor.
“Get down, Isabelle!” he hissed.
Ow! I crumbled to the floor. I managed to peek between two chairs, seeing at least six men had barged into the penthouse. One was pulling Tanya by her hair and throwing her around. She thrashed as she attempted to fight him. He was shouting at her, but I could not hear what he was saying. She never looked our way, but she was also screaming and kicking while swinging her arms, in what seemed like a fight for her life.
I began to cry, panicking, wanting to help my friend. Crouching, I got ready to run, but Joseph jerked my arm back down as he read my mind.
“Don’t fucking move!”
“What the hell is going on, Joseph?”
