–Livana–
I knew we were going to be ambushed. That's why I sent out the decoy vehicle—the same one we used to arrive at this so-called rendezvous with the ambassadors. My pawns took our place, disguised as me and Deanne. While they drove off to lure the threat, we remained at the villa. Every guest who attended the meeting was escorted by personal security—my order—until they reached their respective residences. I wasn't going to let any blood be spilled. Not yet.
I took a sip of my coffee, letting its warmth chase away the early morning chill as I waited for their plan to unfold.
And then—perfect. The bait was taken.
But something flickered on the dashcam feed. A second vehicle. I narrowed my eyes.
"Is that my husband's car?" I asked, gaze fixed on the screen as Deanne leaned in with her tablet.
"Yup. Your husband is everywhere," she muttered, exasperated, rolling her eyes. "Damn, I hope they didn't notice that."
