Page 31 of Dangerous Games

“That’s what I’m stumped on. She said he’s never come to her work, but that doesn’t mean he has and she just didn’t see him. I’m leaning more toward this has something to do with her dad.”

“That’s who she loaned money to and why she is short on rent because of, right?” Matteo asks as he sips his drink.

“Yeah. Guys like him always downplay what’s really going on. They get the bare minimum to scrape by with.”

Matteo is silent as he thinks everything over. “I’m not liking where this is heading. And I’m definitely not liking someone hanging around our territory like that, whether it’s for us or not. You get a name from him before you decided to blow his brains out?”

“Brian Hatchett.”

“Hmm…” Matteo hums. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“What doesn’t ring a bell?” Aldo asks as he strolls into the room.

“Jesus Christ, does no one knock anymore?” I ask as Alessio trails in behind him.

“Since when have we ever knocked to come to your place?” Alessio asks as he helps himself to my alcohol.

“Uh, since this isn’t your fucking house?” I really need to remember to change the locks on my door.

“Who are we talking about?” Aldo asks again as he settles into the chair, looking between me and Matteo.

“The guy Gio decided to off behind the pizzeria,” Matteo answers for me.

“Come again?” Alessio asks, turning away from my bar cart with his brows raised.

“Why did this turn into a family meeting?” I ask, growing more and more annoyed by the second that everyone is in my house when I could be watching Bronwyn.

“Wren told us Matteo was here.” Alessio shrugs. “So Aldo and I decided to see why we weren’t invited.”

“You weren’t invited because there wasn’t anything to be invited to,” I say through clenched teeth.

“I beg to differ,” Alessio says, amusement lacing his tone.

Matteo sighs. “This is the last thing I want to be dealing with, but since you just had to insert yourself.” His annoyance is aimed right at me. “Find out what you can about the dad and this Brian guy. I want to make sure it has to do with him and not us.”

“Even if it didn’t have to do with us before, I bet it does now considering Brian’s brains are all over the alley,” Aldo adds as calmly as ever.

Matteo and I turn around to Aldo. He shrugs at our unasked question. “Enzo has a big mouth.”

Fucking Enzo.

“He had it coming.” I glower. “Now all of you get the fuck out of my house.”

Once I’m in my car, I decide to start my search by calling the only hacker I know, Wiz. Sometimes I forget he belongs to the Dirty Devils MC because the guy is a borderline genius and nerdy as hell. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, he just doesn’t look like someone who would be in a motorcycle club. I would expect him to be working in a place like Bronwyn works or heading some huge-ass tech company.

He comes in handy, though. If you need something found, he’s your guy. I don’t know how he does it, but he does.

“Yeah?” Wiz answers, sounding distracted. I can hear his fingers slapping away at the keys in the background. The man is always working.

“I need you to look something up for me.”

“Person or place?” he asks.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, because that’s going to decide how big you’re gonna owe me.”

I roll my eyes. He knows I always pay very generously. “Person.”