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.

muttered, a grim smile

A hail of automatic gunfire erupted from the second SUV, tearing through the Maserati's trunk and rear seats. Daniel

out, his eyes wide with

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

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 sides. The Maserati's powerful engine roared as they took each curve at breakneck speed, the

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

the family business had settled on his shoulders. "Good thinking. We'll hole up there; wait

with his remaining bullets. The recoil sent fresh waves of pain through his injured arm, but

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

a moment, everything was silent, save for the hissing

against the airbag that had

him. "I'm... I'm alright, boss," Luca mumbled, blood trickling

need to move," Daniel said, forcing his door open. "They'll

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

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

the woods, moving as quickly and quietly as they could

every step, 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

He really recalled

Luca. "Make sure it's

ankle holster. He crept forward, staying low and using the

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

not being used hit him immediately,