Born in Blood Collection Volume 1 - Cora Reilly Page 0,190

telling you about all this if I wanted to kill you? It was bad enough that you accused me of cheating and didn’t believe me when I told you I was pregnant with your child, although you are the only man I’ve ever been with. But this? Thinking I’d agree to kill you, this is too much, even for me.”

Dante walked up to me and touched my upper arms lightly. “I didn’t ask what you decided. I didn’t think you’d kill me. I asked what you told Antonio. There’s a difference.”

“I pretended to agree with his plan. I worried he’d find another way to kill you.”

“Probably. And I bet he would have tried to kill you too.”

I sucked in a breath. “Antonio would never harm me.”

“Are you sure? This is a man who goes to great lengths to get his way, from what I know.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore.”

Dante kept his hands on my arms. “Did he tell you who else is involved?”

I nodded numbly. “He mentioned Raffaele, but he didn’t want to tell me the other names.”

“Okay,” Dante said gently. “Do you have a way to get in contact with him?”

“You are going to kill him.”

“I’m going to kill them all, Valentina. I have to.”

I stared into his determined blue eyes. No hesitation, no pity, no mercy. “I have his number.”

“You will send him a text saying you gave me the poison, and now you’re panicking because you don’t know what to do with my dead body. Ask him to meet you at the warehouse again.”

A tear slid down my cheek. Dante wiped it away with his thumb. “You know what’s strange?” I whispered thickly. “At one point, I thought I could never love someone as I loved Antonio, no matter how unrequited that love was. And today I’m condemning him to his death for another man who will never love me back.”

Dante’s fingers froze against my face. His gaze flickered, and some tiny part of me hoped he’d say that he loved me. It would have made things easier. He cleared his throat. “We shouldn’t wait too long. Maybe he’ll realize it was stupid to contact you and he’ll decide to go back into hiding. We need to reach him before that.”

I drew away from his touch, and nodded. I reached into my bag for my phone, my fingers brushing the vial with the poison. I should tell Dante about it. I pulled out my phone and opened a text. I quickly typed what Dante had told me and sent it off. Afterward, I anxiously stared down at the screen. Less than a minute later, I got a reply.

Meet me in 30 minutes. Bring the body. I’ll take care of everything.

“How am I supposed to get your body into my car?”

“I suppose dragging would work,” Dante said dryly.

I laughed, then choked up. “What now? You will need reinforcements.”

Dante shook his head. “I don’t know who to trust right now. Not until I’ve talked to Antonio.”

I knew he wouldn’t just talk to him, and the thought sent a stab through my heart. “But what if Antonio isn’t alone? Isn’t it too risky for you to go by yourself? Maybe you should ask one of the guards. They have access to this house. If they wanted you dead, they’d probably have figured out a way to kill you by now.”

“I’d rather get a picture of the situation before I involve anyone else. It’s crucial that I don’t look vulnerable in front of my men. I need to be in control at all times. I will handle this alone. Once I know more, I’ll call my soldiers. They’ll need to see what I do with traitors anyway.”

I swallowed. “Can you kill Antonio quickly? You can get the information you want from Raffaele.”

“Raffaele might get suspicious and disappear, or he might not know everything Antonio does. I’ll have to make sure I find out exactly who’s involved in this.”

I touched his arm. “What if you get shot?”

“I can handle myself. I’ve fought many battles in my life. I wouldn’t be Capo if I hadn’t.”

“I should come with you.”

“No,” Dante said immediately.

“What if Antonio doesn’t come out until he sees me in my car? If they have binoculars they’ll see it’s you behind the steering wheel. They’ll run off and we’ll never find out who’s behind this coup.”

Dante regarded me with respect. “I won’t risk your life.”

“I won’t get out of the car. It’s bulletproof, remember? I’ll be perfectly safe.”

“You