It would be dead before I left the house and let him sleep in and throw off some of his schedule. Giving us just a bit more time to be on our own.
Dante was involved with the Cartel because of me in a way that made me feel guilty and I needed to set this all right. Sure, he had his own business with them but our engagement party had been shot up because my friends and I wanted revenge.
Men think it’s their job to get vengeance but getting even with someone is something anyone could do.
It was supposed to be a five day trip in Vegas.
If we could meet with the Cartel boss today before Dante got there it could help us be a step ahead and maybe keep my future husband out of the scandal I had firmly put us in.
How I was going to do that hadn’t been ironed out which was why the girls planned to get to Vegas early and an operation to lose the guards was in full swing.
Sammie and Tessa had lost their guards the night before, thanks to a lot of partying and crowds surging out of the bars. They had already made it to the jet where they were spending a few hours sleeping off hangovers before getting new ones.
Madeline had hacked into the phones of a few people, pulling a bunch of guards for a security issue at Dante’s club giving me and her a way to the jet to meet our friends.
Her guards were distracted and the men that usually guarded our penthouse were all pulled thinking that Dante could watch over me.
Poor Dante.
Becca was supposed to seduce Francesco and slip a sleeping pill into his drink so she could escape the devils clutches but a quick glance at my phone showed that she hasn’t texted back yet and was therefore a wildcard.
And I hate wildcards.
I still manage to escape the building easier than I should be able to. Dante’s guards never checked in when they got the text, following orders like well trained machines but leaving weaknesses in the building.
When Dante becomes the Don the security will need to be tightened so I don’t become a widow in the first year of marriage.
I blink, stopping as I thought about how I was caring for Dante.
How I wanted this marriage, this relationship with him. I knew my whole life that I would have an arranged marriage but now that it was happening with the right person I was suddenly thinking how my destiny had landed me right where I wanted to be.
Swallowing, I pulled out my phone knowing I shouldn’t be texting Dante so soon but the guilt of tricking him and the feeling of missing him after only being gone for a few minutes overwhelmed me.
I can’t wait to marry you. If you keep tempting me we might need to make a trip to Elvis
It was flirty and it felt nice to flirt with my fiancée.
Hopefully, he wouldn’t lose his mind when he woke up and found out that I was already in Vegas.
Why did I care so much?
Maybe because my friends and I had gotten ourselves into this mess and I didn’t want to have him clean it up for us. It wasn’t supposed to get so serious. We just wanted a bit of revenge.
Who knew we’d be so good at it?
I slipped into the taxi that I hailed, rubbing my forehead as I drove towards Logan thinking about how things were going to eventually come out and wondering what that meant for the rest of my life.
Dante seemed like the type who would want to fix all the problems. He wanted to be the man who was the head of his daily life and I wasn’t sure what going behind his back to deal with the Cartel situation would mean for him.
My parents always had said marriage was hard work but I didn’t realize it would be so many emotions, so many decisions. And I wasn’t even married yet.
“Miss?”
I opened my eyes, realizing we had arrived.
Moving out of the taxi, I grabbed my bags, heading over to where I would be boarding the jet with my friends.
“We need to go, Ilaria. NOW!”
Looking up I watched Becca barreling towards me, reaching out with one hand as she pulled me along at her full out running pace.
Our bags bounced behind us as we reached the tarmac and towards the jet that I was once more taking the liberty of borrowing.
Sorry papa.
Her eyes swept around to Sammie and Tessa asleep on the bed and Madeline on her laptop, tapping away as she probably put our plans into motion. Becca threw me forward as she moved towards the pilot, barking orders that we had to leave now.
“What the fuck is going on?”
I looked at Becca, the way she pushed her blonde hair away as she bit her lip, eyes wild as she grimaced.
This wasn’t good.
Becca was usually the calm, cool and collected one. The one who had her shit together when she should be the one who had it all falling apart around her.
To see her unraveling like this was freaking me out.
“Francesco wouldn’t drink anything I gave him. Or eat anything. He knows about the way I mix things so he has been very cautious.” Becca bit her lip, looking at me like she was about to tell me something that was bad…very bad., “So I had to use other…methods.”
