Chapter 386. Take Care of My Girl, Capo

They had only covered a few miles when the phone rang. The Capo looked at the screen, his brows furrowing. It was a call from the Mafia Don.

Swallowing, he attended the call.

The Boss was curt.

“How is she, how is my daughter?’ he asked in a clipped voice. No beating about the bush, thought the Capo, always straight to the point.

He looked across at Ria who was leaning back in her seat, her feet curled beneath her, like a cat.

He grunted and Lucien Delano understood. His daughter was beside the Capo and the young man did not want to upset her.

The Mafia Don went on, grimly.

‘The reports are that Paval and his men are getting to the place. Now.’

He paused, breathing harshly as the words sank into the Capo’s head.

‘I want you to stop at a safe place and rest for a few hours before getting back here. I shall be sending a few men who should be there in an hour’s time. But they might not get there soon enough.’

Philippe’s mind w