Page 46 of Mr. and Mrs. Rossi


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The man on the ground in the fetal position growled over his pain. “Christopher is going to kill you,” he told Tito. “I told him you couldn’t be trusted.”

Tito forced a smile as he explained. “The chick’s little explosion act got my scan questioned about you.”

“I knew there had to be something wrong with your system,” Harley snapped her fingers.

Had she known? She’d known all this time he was an agent and never said anything to him? No, he mentally corrected himself. Harley said a lot to him, she questioned his genuine feelings. He was pissed off. More than pissed off. He wanted to hit someone. “You played me.”

“And you didn’t play me when you married me the other night?”

“Who’s your handler?” asked Tito.

“Makana Leonard,” said Harley.

Dante and Tito both cursed. A former member of the Undesirables, they would do anything for her. She was pretty badass when it came to weaponry. Did it surprise him Harley was working with her? Considering the way he watched her take down this prick, not at all. Makana made sure all her agents were skilled. Back in the day she acted as their handler until she wouldn’t stand down when their team member Elliott Ash had been set up for a terrorist conspiracy. Dante didn’t fuck with backstabbers but he also didn’t turn his back on his friends. The whole team bucked together and fought to save Elliott’s ass. She probably still harbored ill will toward the Undesirables.

“What did Mak tell you?” Dante asked.

“It doesn’t matter what she told me, the fact is you didn’t say shit to me about what you did for a living.”

“And you did?” Dante’s voice rose.

Tito cleared his throat, “Uh, guys can we move this conversation elsewhere? Alfaro wanted to get something to eat while I waited outside this club.”

“Vuelo?” Dante and Harley chorused. For a brief second Dante enjoyed the fact their minds thought on the same level. Then he quickly remembered all the shit she gave.

Tito’s eyes darted between the two of them. “Yeah, know the place?”

“Yea,” the newlyweds said again, this time, sharing a brief smile.

“Well, Vuelo is Alfaro’s shopping ground for young drunk girls.”

Dante frowned, “It’s a twenty-one and under club.”

Harley tsked under the light of the alley, then rolled her eyes, “You think the age limit stops kids from drinking?”

“We were on our way,” Dante ignored her snide question. “What’s he doing with the girls?”

“I believe he is swapping them for weapons from Leonardo Marchette.”

Dante cursed. So that was Leonardo’s new business line? Supplying local dealers with weapons in trade for young innocent girls? His stomach rolled at the thought. The slave trade was alive and well in the U.S.

“Where is he taking these girls?” asked Harley.

“Your friend’s magic show kicked me out of the loop,” Tito frowned, “I’m back on probation thanks to you two.”

“You hit him under the table!” Harley’s voice perked up realizing Tito saved them.

“I said the smoke got in my eyes,” Tito grinned at Harley.

Dante, as angry as he was with Harley’s revelation, did not like the flirting banter between Tito and Harley.

“But some people wanted to tattle, isn’t that right Melo?” Tito stepped forward and kicked the moaning man’s back. “Where is Alfaro keeping the girls?”

“Fuck you!”

Tito leaned down and jerked the man into a standing position, slamming his back against the brick wall. Pieces of cement fell to the floor with a clatter.

Dante knew how much was at stake right now. The man would be no use to them dead. “Let’s let Roman handle him.”

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