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And Laurent handed it to him on a silver platter.
"What's the range on that plane?"
George makes a hairpin turn, sending the car in the opposite direction towards Manu Forte. Tires screech. The engine roars.
Reggie looks up from his screen. "Around twenty thousand kilometres."
Fuck.That can get them as far as Australia from here.
"We have to stop them."
But we're already fifteen minutes behind.
We might be able to get there before them, but I need that plane grounded. Even though Manu Forte is just outside London, I don't have any contacts there. Mostly because it's smack in the middle of Beneventi territory.
It’s practicallytheirairport.
As we zip through the streets, my mind whirls.
I know what I need to do.
But it takes me a few seconds to convince myself to.
The thing that gets my fingers moving is the thought of losing Alize. She's clinging to life as best she can, I'm sure.
And I would do anything for her.
I scroll through the contacts in my phone.
The only reason I have this number is because of a contingency Vance and Ezra came up with in the throes of my campaign for the Kingmaker Elections. It was a fucked-up plan—holding Cesar and Vico hostage and using them as pawns to manipulate Vesuvio—and I hardly think it would have worked.
But now, I have Vesuvio Beneventi's number.
The clock on the dashboard reads 4am.
I dial it.
It rings, and rings.
For a second, I think he won't answer.
Then the call connects, but there's nothing else.
Vesuvio is head of the Beneventi Mafia. I'm certain an unknown number calling him would raise all the alarms in his head. I didn't expect him to speak, but it would have at least made what I'm about to say a little easier.
This man and my family have been at war for years. Before Graham left, we had them backed into a corner, but now they’ve had a resurgence and they’re out for blood.
This could end badly.
"Vesuvio? This is Alexander." I swallow around the lump in my throat. "Alexander Duke."
You could hear a pin drop in the car.
I'm sure everyone is tuned into my conversation, even if they're acting like they aren't. Someone clears their throat on the other end, and then there are footsteps. A door closes, then Vesuvio finally speaks.
"Alexander Duke?" he asks. "Griffin Duke's son?"
I grunt a response.
