MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 62

Vicente’s POV

The sharp ringing of my phone breaks the awkward silence between us.

She looks away, and I grab the phone to answer the call.

“Hey,” I say, moving to the exit and turning back again to stare at her. Her head is leaned down.

While we were staring at each other in the eyes for several minutes without a single word and with her expression devoid of emotions, I thought for a while she would jump up, grab a gun somewhere, and shoot me, or probably run out in anger.

But she isn't doing any of that. She isn't reacting the way I thought she would, adding to my assumption of how enigmatic she is.

“Donald isn't dead, dammit!” Fernando curses into the phone, making me raise a brow and move out quickly.

Annette doesn't need to know this.
She should be overjoyed that she has finally put an end to Isaac. Not getting worried about another enemy.

Meanwhile, I and the others are used to this kind of life. The moment we are done with one, another one springs up.

Even if Donald, Nadir’s second-in-command, who we thought was dead, didn't emerge alive, I knew it was only a matter of time before the rival Mafia would get to know who was responsible for killing both Carter and Isaac, and they would want to get vengeance.

Isaac is an important tool to them.

“I should have asked you to set the whole building on fire!” I curse beneath my breath, wondering why I didn't think of it.

I was so concerned about getting home to see Ann, even though Fernando kept assuring me that she was okay.

I wasn't thinking straight, and this is the consequence.

“What should we do, Vicente? We need to act ASAP.”

I groan with frustration as I move further away, towards my home office. We need to get Donald and finish him before he gets to the others.

“If Donald doesn't get to the others before we get to him, we can sort this out faster than we think,” I mutter, venturing into the office.

“What do you mean, Vince?” Fernando demands with curiosity.

I flop to the swivel chair and put on my laptop with the phone still glued to my ears. “Get me his location ASAP. If you can't, call Dominic for help. We need to get him now.”

“I'm on it already. He keeps switching cars and phones. That fool is tricking us, Vince.”

“Just get to work already. If we can get him in the next 30 minutes before he meets up with one of his members, all we need to do is go back there and set the minedump on fire. That way, we make it look like the attack was from somewhere else.”

Fernando is silent. When the words click in his head, he disconnects the call without a word.

Then I dial Dominic’s number. If there is anyone good at getting people’s location, Dominic was that person.

“Get me Donald’s location. I need his profile too,” I say without any formal greeting.

“Sure.”

“Get your guards ready. We might need you to get him at the airport,” I add, my brain spinning with ideas.

“Airport?”

“Yes, I have a feeling he is on his way to the airport…”

“With a disguise,” he completes for me, and I nod as though he can see me. “On it.”

I click the phone shut just as a tab opens on my laptop. It gives me access to the nearest airports close to me, all the way to NY.

Dominic hacks into the system as the camera comes to life. I study the pattern of people on the queue, looking around for someone suspicious.

I can't do this alone.

I grab my phone again and call Fernando. “I'm giving you access to Rilas International Airport cameras. Find him!”

“Ok.” I cut the call and continue my search. When I can't find anyone suspicious, I decide going there would be the best.

Before I can start up, my phone rings.

Dominic.

“I got an info. Even though Donald contacted someone for a fake passport, he isn't going to Albania,” my steps slow as he announces.

“What?!”

“He is taking a ship to Italy, Vicente.”

“So he can take a ferry from Italy to Albania?”

“I'm not sure.”

“Get him, Dominic. We can't let him escape.”

“Yes!”

I run back to shut the laptop before running out of the office.

My right arm is still in the bandages, but that doesn't stop me from doing my job.

We need to get him.

If we don't get him, we’ve got to prefer for a big war. And I can't risk it. Not when Annette has decided to leave. Not when she is not going to be here with me to protect her.

I need to eliminate every form of threat.

Donald  already knows who she is. He knows her connection to Isaac and me. He won't spare her.

More reason why we can't let him get to others and tell them about Annette and Isaac’s relationship.
It will be better if that information follows him to his death.

I push my bedroom door open and rush inside, only to see it is empty. Annette isn't here.

Assuming she is in the bathroom taking a bath, I take long strides to the closet to grab a coat which I struggle to wear myself.

I move to my drawers and grab two pistols before rushing out again.

I take the staircase down just as I meet Luca halfway. I want to tell him to follow me when he shakes his head at me, signifying something is wrong.

“What is it, Luca?” I ask, stopping short in my tracks.

He scratches his head and finally looks up. “I'm sorry boss. I tried to stop her.”

My stomach churns as sheer irritation slices through me.

“Ann?” I ask to be sure it is what I am thinking about.

He nods gingerly before muttering. “She left with the car. When I noticed she was going out by herself, I rushed into the house to grab the car keys but before I could get out, she was gone.”

I raise a fist in the air and strike his face before pointing my pistol at his forehead.