We receive a few curious glances from the guests, but we try to look unbothered as we make our exit. Ari and I squeeze in the back seat of Z’s Range Rover with Savio while their associate sits in front with Zeno. When we pull up at the De Bellis mansion, all is quiet. The men step out, pulling guns from thin air and instructing Ari and me to stay in the car. I’ve never seen Ari look so anxious. She’s always so composed that a bouncing knee and white knuckles speak volumes. “It’s going to be okay,” I assure her, clasping my hand over hers. “When he didn’t show up, I called, but he didn’t answer. I tried his bodyguards, but they didn’t answer either. That’s never happened before.” “Could they have gone somewhere without phone service?” She chews on the inside of her cheek as her wide blue ey
