The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 130

Chapter 130: Daniel is attacked.

Daniel closed his eyes, replaying the terse negotiations in his mind. He'd have to-

A deafening explosion rocked the car, shattering the rear window and sending glass stands flying through the interior. The Maserati swerved violently, tires screeching against the asphalt. "Merda!" Luca shouted, fighting to regain control of the vehicle. "We're under attack

Daniel's hand flew to his side, drawing his gun with practiced ease. "How many?" be bades ducking low in his seat as a spray of bullets descended on his car.

"At least two vehicles," Luca reported, his knuckles white on the steering wheel "Black Suis, no plates. Came out of nowhere."

Daniel's mind raced. The Dantes? No, they wouldn't dare, not so soon after the meeting. This had to be someone else. But who?

"Lose them," Daniel ordered, his voice cold and steady despite the chaos. "Take the back roads. Now!"

Luca nodded, yanking the wheel hard to the right The Maserati fishtailed around a tight corner, tires screaming in protest. Daniel braced himself against the door, his free hand reaching for his phone. "Salvatore," he barked as soon as the call connected. "We're under attack. Two miles east of the Castel Road meeting point. Send backup, now!"

He ended the call without waiting for a response Salvatore would come through; he always did

Chapter 130 Daniel attacked

The pursuing vehicles were gaining ground, their high beams flooding the Maserati's interior with harsh light. Daniel twisted in his seat, aiming his gun out the shattered rear window. He let out three shots in quick succession, aiming for the lead SUV's tires.

A satisfying pop and the screech of metal on asphalt told him at least one bullet had found its mark. The lead SUV swerved wildly before going off the road and into a ditch.

Daniel muttered, a grim smile tugging at his

the Maserati's trunk and rear seats. Daniel felt a sharp, burning pain in his left arm and

called out, his eyes wide

against the wound. Warm

tightly, his foot pressing the accelerator to the floor. The narrow country road they'd turned onto was treacherous, barely wide enough for two cars and

hunting lodge about three kilometers ahead," Luca said, his voice tense with concentration. "Used to

spent there as a boy, before the weight of the family business had

twisted again, returning fire with his remaining bullets. The recoil sent fresh waves of pain through his injured arm, but he grated his teeth and kept shooting. "Shit!" Luca suddenly shouted. The Maserati lurched violently,

car left the road, crashing through the underbrush. Branches whipped at the windshield, leaves and

a halt against a massive oak tree. For a moment, everything was silent, save for the

fighting against the airbag

"I'm... I'm alright, boss," Luca mumbled, blood trickling from a gash

Daniel said, forcing his door open. "They'll be on us

tires and slamming car doors echoed through the woods. Harsh voices called out in a small town dialect, confirming Daniel's suspicions. These were locals... So he was delayed at the meeting for this reason. "This way," Luca whispered, stumbling out of the wrecked Maserati. He reached back in, retrieving a small duffel bag from under the seat. "Emergency kit. Good thing

gravity of the situation, Daniel felt a rush of gratitude for his guard's paranoia." Good

moving as

was the only priority. The sounds of their pursuers grew fainter as they put distance between themselves and the crash site. After what felt like

recalled this lodge. He had not come here in a while;

ordered Luca. "Make sure it's

pistol from an ankle holster. He crept forward, staying low and using the shadows for cover. Daniel watched, his own empty gun held ready despite

minutes, Luca reappeared at the lodge's door, waving Daniel forward. "All clear, boss. It looks like no

the clearing and entered the lodge. The musty smell from not being used hit him immediately, along with a wave of dizziness. The adrenaline