Page 110 of Sinister Vows

“They were going to ambush them!” She screamed in my face as she sobbed. “I overheard Diego telling one of the others about it before Cristian took us to the safe house.”

“Diego?” I shook my head in confusion. “Who’s Diego?”

“Her guard.” Amelia groaned. “A man with a soul as black as his hair. He hates the Don, I’ve picked up that much from my few interactions with him.”

“Wait.” I paced, on the edge of hyperventilating, and looked at Dio and Saul, “Diego as in Dominic’s illegitimate son?”

“Fuck.” Dio whispered as the pieces fell into place.

“You know him?” Amelia asked, releasing our sister.

“He tried to kill me when I first came to Armarow when I was a kid.” I paced. “I didn’t remember it until recently. Nico cut Diego and his brothers off after Dominic’s death.”

“What was the ambush plan?” Dio demanded from Anita, making the young girl wilt under his dominant anger. “Tell me now!”

“They were going to wait until my father arrived and then strike against the Don and take him and his men inside the house.”

“Then what?” I asked, even though my heart already knew the answer.

“They’re going to kill him.” She whispered as more tears fell down her cheeks. “Like he was going to do to Papa.”

“We have to get there.” I turned to Dio.

“We can’t.” He shook his head, as men started scrambling around the estate, readying to disperse to the meeting point to try anyway. “We have strict instructions from the Don on what to do if he’s taken or killed. We’re to remove you to safety and lock down until the Cosa Nostra can secure your safety.”

“No!” I screamed in frustration, pulling my hair. “I don’t care what he said! He could still be alive! My father won’t kill him quickly! He’s sick and demented, he’ll drag it out and torture him.”

“We have our orders, Mrs. Capasso.” He replied sadly, but Saul didn’t look so easily convinced.

“Please.” I turned to him and begged. “There has to be a way.” Tears flowed down my cheeks as I begged for my husband’s life. “We have to do something.”

“Get changed,” He nodded his head, “We’ll formulate a plan on the way.” He turned and barked out orders to the men, telling them to ready themselves for extracting the Don.

I stood there in shock for half a second before Molly grabbed my hand and pulled me from the room.

“We need to get you dressed and on the way.” She said, running up the stairs. “I know how we can save Nico and Matteo.”

“Thank God.” I cried, rushing into my closet as she changed into her traditional maid’s uniform that I had insisted she stopped wearing thanks to its drabness. She had a plan. “Please let us be in time.” I prayed quietly. “Please, please, please.”

Wetoreofffromthe convoy as they circled around the property, staying farther out than Nico’s original rendezvous point that was attacked.

We had finally gotten word about twenty minutes away from the estate of Matthew Rizzio that my father’s men attacked Nico’s group where they waited.

There were no survivors left at the site, but Nico, Matteo, and Cristian weren’t there.

Which meant that they were taken and possibly alive still.

I had to stick my head out the window and throw up when we got the news as nausea and panic forced all of the desserts I’d binged on earlier up. But I refused to stop with the plan.

The other two groups of Nico’s men didn’t attack once the Don was taken because they knew it would mean certain death for him. Instead, they waited and formulated a wider approach to the estate that would leave them better undetected. Add in the hundred men I brought from Armarow with me, the force was strong to face off with whatever my father had.

“Tell me what you’re going to do again,” Saul ordered from the front seat.

It hadn’t been easy to convince Dio to go along with us and allow me to go in with the extraction group, but he finally caved. And then on the way, we crafted a plan thanks to Molly’s insane ability to listen to gossip and small talk as a service member.

It was a good plan, and given that the estate used to be Capasso property, Molly knew the inner workings of the secret passageways that were nearly identical to Armarow.

“I’m going to the front door and acting like I belong there,” I repeated. “Like I am meeting my father.”