“For now,” Logan repeats.
“Yes,” Matteo says. “For now.”
Dom asks, “You know the ring?”
“I know enough pieces to hate them.” That’s the first honest thing he’s said. Or the first one that sounds like it.
Carter’s expression shifts slightly, but he keeps quiet.
Matteo says, “My father liked dirty money. He liked ugly doors because ugly doors often opened into profitable rooms. I closed several after he died. Clearly, not all.”
“Then help us close this one,” Carter says.
“That’s what I’m doing.”
Logan says, “After transfer?”
“After transfer,” Matteo answers, “you get her back. Then we use the location, the handlers, the account trail, and whoever appears to collect funds to start cutting upward. You want the whole ring? You don’t just shoot the men at the door.”
Cain’s voice is grim. “You follow who owns the building.”
“Exactly.”
Joker’s smile turns dangerous. “Then shoot him too.”
Matteo’s laugh returns. “Eventually.”
I look at the countdown.
Thirty-six minutes.
Olivia somewhere under their roof.
Olivia in their hands.
Olivia knows I’m coming.
I am.
Nothing in this room changes that.
Logan leans over the desk. “You win the bid. You get the transfer. You send us where to be and when. We bring the full fucking weight of the Deathstalkers MC down on whoever is there.”
“And I,” Matteo says, “will make sure you are aimed at something worth destroying.”
Carter’s eyes narrow. “And Olivia?”
The amusement disappears completely. “She comes back first.” That answer matters. Not enough to trust him. Enough to move.
Logan nods once even though Matteo can’t see it. “Then do it.”
“I will.” A faint sound comes through the line, like Matteo is moving, giving orders away from the phone without covering it fully. Italian, quick and smooth, too low to catch. Then he returns. “One more thing.”
Logan’s jaw tightens. “What?”
“When this is over, and I call in my favor, remember tonight before you decide I ask too much.” The line goes dead.
For a moment, no one speaks.
