Page 97 of The Don's Secret Heir

“You getting out of here?” the kid asks me, apparently conscious now.

“Guess so.”

“Lucky you.”

I don’t feel very fucking lucky.

Giovanni glares at me.

“I’ve already chewed out Rocco for getting you in that situation.”

“It wasn’t his fault.”

“So what, it wasyourfault? I thought you had the local police department in your pocket.”

“Ido,” I groan. “At least, I did. He said I was at the scene of the crime too often.”

“We’ll call Phil.”

Phil Harvel is my lawyer and he’s always on retainer.

“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter.

“I know this shit with Beth has you twisted but?—”

“Just don’t. Not now, alright?”

Giovanni looks at me for a moment, as if trying to decide if chewing me out is worth the fight.

I don’t care one way or the other. I wish I could make him understand that. Liana’s gone. There's not much else to fight about.

“Is she safe?” My words come out in a grunt.

“Far as I can tell. She spent all night at a hotel.”

I nod, my shoulders relaxing in relief. “You’re sure?”

“Kept an eye on it all night. I checked a few moments before I picked you up, and the car is still there.”

“I still want real eyes on her,” I argue, and Giovanni nods.

“I’ll put our best guys on it.” He pauses, looking at me. “What are we going to do about...”

“Beth?”

He nods, and I let out a long breath through my nostrils.

“There’s nothing we can do, is there? We have to kill her.”

As much as I wish I could just take a pinky, she’d broken the one rule of the Conte family—she tried to kill thedon. More than once.

“Alright, boss. We’ll make a plan.”

Making a plan to kill Beth just makes me feel further and further away from Liana. She’d never approve of any kind of plan that might hurt Beth.

But I have to protect myself. Protect her. Protect my empire.

Even if it makes Liana hate me.