Lorenzo De Luca Secures Major Government Weapons Deal
I skimmed the article to find out he was developing some high-tech stuff the government wanted. He was getting paid millions for it. Hundreds of millions of dollars.
I guess he was finally at the top just like he’d always wanted.
It made me wonder why he even bothered heading his mafia syndicate. Hell, for all I knew, he didn’t. It wasn’t like I had insider information. I knew Dominic was still in the life becauseof Klaus and his connection to Levin, and sometimes Anson spoke to Dominic on the phone, but that was it. We didn’t speak about the horsemen. In fact, I hadn’t spoken to Dominic in nearly three years, and Dante definitely didn’t answer my questions.
“How does that sound?” Anson’s voice broke into my thoughts.
I darkened my phone screen and looked at him, feeling my cheeks heat. “Um, how does what sound?”
“I’m going to go over to the venue with Klaus. Dante is going to stay with you, Evan, and Ellis,” he said.
“Oh. Yeah. That’s fine. It’s good,” I mumbled, looking out the window at the passing scenery.
“You OK?” Dante asked, leaning in to speak softly to me.
“I’m fine,” I muttered as the guys went back to talking.
“It’s my experience that it hurts less when you don’t look.” Dante nodded to my phone.
I said nothing, opting to stare down at the device where I’d just seen Enzo’s handsome face.
“Don’t run back to a place you escaped. Memory lane is great to walk down, but don’t make the mistake of living there, sister. You won’t find home, only heartache.”
I nodded and forced myself to smile at him.
“And don’t lie. You don’t have to fake with me.” He squeezed my hand. “You’re better off now. I promise you are.”
“I know.” I caught Anson’s eye as he watched me and Dante’s exchange. He cocked his head at me, but I only gave him a slight shake of my head.
The car stopped in front of the hotel, and I blew out a breath as I looked out the window to see all the photographers still standing outside, waiting.
“Damnit,” I groaned. We’d made it out safely this morning because we’d left so early, but it looked like the return plan had some major suckage.
“They’re at the back and side doors too,” Anson muttered, stuffing his phone into his pocket. I assumed Ryder had reached out to tell him.
“Why don’t we change hotels?” Dante asked. “This place has shit room service anyway. I can book us a new place in a minute flat.”
Anson looked at Klaus.
“I think it’s a good idea. We can just get the hell out of here and book it under a different name,” Klaus said.
“I booked it under a different name already, but I’m open to trying something new.” Anson looked at Dante. “Do it. Book something. We need a big bed, though.”
Dante went to work, his fingers flying over his phone screen. A moment later, his phone pinged, and he smiled.
“Got it. Take us to The Swan,” he said.
“The Swan?” Klaus raised his brows at that. “What the fuck is that place?”
“You’ll see.” Dante gave instructions to our driver, who moved us easily through the crowd before we were back on the road.
“What about the band?” I asked, noting they’d stopped at the hotel and were getting out.
“They’re going to get their stuff,” Anson said. “They’ll leave out the side door tonight and meet us at this place. Hopefully, they’ll be able to get the hell out without incident.”
“What about Evan and Ellis?” I pressed. “We need to go back for them.”
