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Tapping my finger against the screen, I process all of this new information. The last thing I want is Romano having the complete upper hand with the police.
Looks like Zara may have some further use to me after all.
“I might have an idea.” I bite back the grin.
Grayson raises his brows at me.
“You might not like it.”
“Frankie,” Enzo replies sternly.
I hold up one finger. “We need to stop them from trafficking women. It’s non-negotiable. This shit does not happen in our territory. So, we need to get into the commissioner’s office?”
Enzo nods. “Correct.”
I decide to hold back my plans for Zara, just in case they go sour and she tries to stab me again. This game might take a little more work to get her where I need her.
“Where’s Jax?” I ask Grayson.
“He’s training with Kai, then we’re going to the girl’s safe house tonight.”
“I’ll take him with me.” I can use his help in case things go south.
“Where?”
I clap my hands together and push myself up from the chair. “We’re off to the annual police Halloween gala, boys.”
“You think they’re going to let you in?” Grayson chuckles.
“Not like this, obviously. They won’t have a clue who I am in a mask.” I wink, turning to Enzo. “Get your team ready. Looks like the key to Romano is the cops.”
“You think this is a good idea?” Enzo asks.
Images of Zara in her little red outfit, and that lipstick that would look perfect wrapped around my cock, fill my mind.
“I don’t see the problem. We can be in and out in no time.”
Enzo leans back and rubs his face. “I can speak to Mikhail. Since he split the Volkovs to Vegas, I can see what he can find out about the Russian women. He should be able to confirm Romano’s involvement.”
“You do that. I’ll go to the ball. Either way, we’re getting closer to our goal.”
“Let me go get changed. G, get Jax here; tell him to pick me up a mask that will hide my features.”
I can’t ignore the thrill I’m getting from turning the tables on Zara. Tonight, she won’t have a clue I’ll be the one watching her in the shadows. Let's see how much she likes it.
“You got it, boss.”
He pulls out his phone and brings it to his ear. Enzo is already chatting away in Italian to his men.
By the time I shower and put on my tux, I hear Jax’s engine revving up the driveway. At least it isn’t that damn bike this time.
I open up the front door and roll my eyes. Jax is leaning against his new bright blue Lamborghini, still in his leather jacket and ripped jeans. The rings on his fingers catch the light as he holds up a mask with a long narrow white face and a gaping mouth.
“Looking suave, Mr. Falcone.” He winks at me as I walk over to him and snatch the monstrosity from his tattooed hand.
“Nice wheels, very inconspicuous Jax.”
He shrugs. “I come from a rich family remember, no one gives a shit about what I drive.”
