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.

down," Daniel muttered, a grim smile tugging at

second SUV, tearing through the Maserati's trunk and rear seats. Daniel felt a sharp, burning pain in

called out, his eyes wide

driving!" Daniel snarled, pressing his hand against the wound. Warm blood seeped between his

the floor. The narrow country road they'd turned onto was treacherous, barely wide enough for two cars and lined with dense foliage on both

voice tense with

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

of gunfire interrupted their planning, bullets pinging off the Maserati's frame. Daniel twisted again, returning fire with his remaining bullets. The recoil sent fresh waves of pain through his injured arm,

world spun with the car. Daniel braced himself as the car left the road, crashing through the underbrush. Branches whipped at the windshield,

impact, the Maserati slammed to a halt against a massive oak tree. For a moment, everything was silent, save for the hissing of the ruined

croaked, fighting against the airbag

groan from the driver's seat answered him. "I'm... I'm alright, boss," Luca mumbled, blood trickling

forcing his door open. "They'll be on

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

Daniel felt a rush of gratitude for

the woods, moving as quickly and

he could feel the warm trickle of blood down his sleeves. But there was no time for him to worry about his wound now. Survival 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 hours but was

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

he ordered Luca. "Make sure it's

staying low and using the shadows for cover. Daniel

door, waving Daniel forward. "All clear, boss. It looks like no one's been here in

The musty smell from not being used hit him immediately, along with a wave of dizziness. The adrenaline that had kept him going was starting to wear off, and the blood