Commissioned grounds glowed. Floodlights illuminated the long driveway leading into the estate, where black cars rolled in. Money arrived quietly. Power arrived louder.
Marco stood at the entrance, overseeing the arrival of VIP guests.
His phone buzzed.
Scalese.
Marco stared at the screen. He had half a mind not to answer. Maybe the bastard had changed his mind.
Marco sighed and picked up anyway. "Yes?"
"Marco!" Vito's voice boomed through the phone, so loud Marco instinctively pulled it away from his ear.
"What do you want?" Marco muttered.
"They took the wrong one! Oh my God," Vito continued, spiraling, "Luciano is going to kill me!"
Marco pinched the bridge of his nose. "What are you talking about?" he snapped, already dreading the answer.
"The men that came to the house," Vito babbled. "They took the wrong girl. I just found Valentina sneaking out of the house right now!"
Marco simply stared at nothing.
"Shit," he growled. He ended the call and broke into a run.
