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.

grim smile tugging at his

automatic gunfire erupted from the second SUV, tearing through the Maserati's trunk and rear seats. Daniel felt a sharp, burning pain in his left arm

out, his eyes

snarled, pressing his hand against the wound. Warm blood

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 lined with dense foliage on both sides. The Maserati's powerful engine roared as they took

about three kilometers ahead," Luca said, his voice tense with

business had settled on his shoulders. "Good

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, but he grated his teeth and kept shooting. "Shit!" Luca suddenly shouted. The Maserati lurched violently, and Daniel felt the sickening sensation of the car losing traction.

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

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 engine

croaked, fighting against the airbag

seat answered him. "I'm... I'm alright, boss," Luca mumbled, blood trickling from a

to move," Daniel said, forcing his door

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,"

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

into the woods, moving as quickly and quietly as

with 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

silhouette of a small, rustic building. Memories flooded back. He really recalled this lodge. He had not come here in a while; he had almost forgotten it was

he ordered Luca. "Make sure it's

nodded, drawing a small 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

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

The musty smell from not being used hit him immediately, along with a wave