Keeping My Bride by Angela Snyder
Chapter 54
Luca
BEFORE I EVEN made the decision on when and how to attack Constantine, our entire computer server went under attack late last night. Someone cracked into our main computer and sent out a virus, infecting every computer connected to the network.
Aldo has been desperately fixing the problem, but he hasn’t been able to give me a definite answer yet on who is behind all of this. My assumption is Constantine, of course, but it could be any number of enemies that I’ve accumulated over the years.
I’m biding my time when it comes to going after Constantine until I have hard, concrete proof. And then, once I do, I’m personally going to destroy his empire until there’s nothing left but burning ashes on the charred fucking ground.
First the photos and now this. It all has to be connected. I just wish I knew who was behind it all and what their reasoning is behind it. If they want money, they can have it. But if they want something else…if they want someone else, then that’s a whole other matter, and they’ll have to go through me first to get to Verona.
My office has officially been taken over by my men. Aldo is in the corner, furiously typing away on his laptop, while he barks out instructions to the other IT guys on my team. There are computers, monitors, laptops, cords, wires and cables everywhere. It’s a fucking mess, but we’re working on borrowed time here.
I know this is the safest place on the property given that the walls were specially reinforced. Hell, even the glass in the windows is bulletproof. I spend most of my time here, so I needed to make sure it was secure.
We have a secret underground bunker on the property, and I’m sure we’ll be going there shortly, but I feel safe here for right now. Besides, the reception in the bunker is spotty, at best, and we need as much communication as we can get right now.
Looking around the room, I ask, “Where the fuck is Benito?”
A second later, Benito rushes into my office. “Sorry, boss. Got hung up on something.”
“We need everyone here,” I tell him sternly. I don’t need any of my men to go missing when we’re under attack.
“Understood,” Benito says with a nod.
“I managed to effectively wipe out the virus on our system,” Aldo says, which elicits some cheers and whistles from the rest of my team. “I’m still trying to figure out how they cracked into the network to begin with. I’m tracing everything back now.”
“Hurry, Aldo,” I tell him with urgency. I need to know what the attacker’s game is that they are obviously playing. Do they want to harm us by trying to steal information, or is it something much more sinister?
