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

the Maserati's trunk and rear seats. Daniel felt a sharp, burning

called out, his eyes

Daniel snarled, pressing his hand against the wound. Warm blood seeped between his fingers, staining his expensive

onto was treacherous, barely wide enough for two cars and lined with dense foliage on both sides. The Maserati's powerful engine roared as they took each curve at breakneck speed,

said, his voice tense with concentration. "Used to belong to your father.

summers spent there as a boy, before the weight of the family business had settled on his shoulders.

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, but he grated his teeth and kept shooting. "Shit!" Luca

the road, crashing through the underbrush. Branches whipped at the windshield, leaves and twigs filling the interior

a moment, everything was silent, save for the hissing of the ruined engine and the

the airbag that had

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

need to move," Daniel said, forcing his door

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

rush of gratitude for his guard's paranoia." Good thinking," he

as quickly and quietly as they could

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

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

ordered Luca. "Make sure

nodded, drawing a small pistol from an ankle holster. He crept forward, staying low and using the

minutes, Luca reappeared at the lodge's door, waving Daniel forward. "All clear, boss. It looks like

relief as he crossed the clearing and entered the lodge. The musty smell from not being used hit him immediately, along with a wave of dizziness. The adrenaline that had kept