Page 81 of The Gangster King

No one yells.

Oh my god, I think I did it.

I want to run out the door to my freedom, but I stop myself and think. I find my brother in the crowd and then glance at the exit.

Shit.

What do I do?

I have no money. No phone. No...nothing.

I look over at the door which leads out to the balcony across the other side of the room and see Nick standing inside.

Weird.

Why isn’t he out there with Dante?

Keep moving—forget him.

I glance back at Leo and then move fast.

When I reach him, I place my hand on his arm and press my nails into his skin.

“Ouch, who—”

“Leo. It’s me. Get me out of here right now.” I hiss.

He physically reacts, straightening, and looks around.

“Dante is out on the balcony, but we need to hurry,” I add. “Now, Leo!”

“Fuck, okay.” He motions to his men and in seconds, I’m surrounded by ten Baldoni soldiers and escorted out of the building.

Then into one of my father’s vehicles.

I glance out the window, expecting Dante to come flying out as the driver accelerates.

He doesn’t.

I slump in the seat and led out a huge sigh. “Fucking hell.”

“How the hell did you pull that off?” Leo asks from beside me.

Oh, my god. I’m on my way home. Safe. Free.

Home.

I don’t even know where that is anymore.

I’ve thought about this moment a million times while locked up in my prison cell. I expected to feel many things, but empty was not one of them.

Loss permeates through me, and I stare out into the dark New York streets, imagining the fury and betrayal on Dante’s face when he learns what I’ve done.

I blink as my eyes fill.

“Guess I’m a Baldoni at heart,” I say coldly.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE