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“They have been questioned. And yes, I believe them when they tell me they do not have Greta. The Roma families only work to gain from you having Greta, and they wouldn’t fuck that up. We’re still working on the others.”
The others being enemies who would use Greta to get to me. The power I would hold by finding, punishing, and marrying the lost Conti descendant was no secret; some were foaming at the mouth to take that power.
“And what about Vasile?”I inquire.
“Like the fucker doesn’t exist,” Boian grits. “The last time we got a hit on him was the video feed from the restaurant in Germany the night Greta was taken.”
“It doesn’t mean he didn’t send someone for her,” I argue.
“That’s true. Meaning they were watching and waiting for the right moment to strike.”
I nod in agreement. The more time passes, the more I’m sure that that worm, Vasile or Marius, or whatever his name is, has my jewel. But for the one video in Germany, Vasile has been off the grid, and both his home in Germany and Rome show no signs of life. But Lorenzo is the best hacker in Europe, so it is only a matter of time before we catchup to him.
“Have you spoken to hersisters?”
“Camil has texted them as Greta with photos of them together and updates,” I answer absently. Greta’s sisters are the least of my worries.
“And what we discussed?” Boian asks, and my eyes latch onto hisin scorn.
Getting to my feet, my fist lands hard on my desk, and I lean in his direction. “I am not bringing inthe feds.”
“Jax Townsend is not the feds, Emil.”
“But Pierce Marron is. Do you not think Townsend will go to him?”
Boian lifts his large form from his chair and mimics my stance across from me. “And do you not think her sisters will get suspicious and call Marron House themselves? At least ifweget Townsend involved, we get to write the narrative.”
A growl vibrates up my chest because I hate that he’s right. The more Camil texts Greta’s sisters, the more I feel we’re one wrong word away from them alerting the entire FBI in an effort to find their sister. Still, it’s a risk I will have to take. I don’t need the feds snooping around my business. I will find Greta and kill the bastards who think they can take what is mine.
“The answer is no. I’ll find her myself.” I dial Lorenzo, ignoring Boian’s growl of frustration.
Lorenzo picks up on the second ring. “Si,DonCalvano?”
“Have you de-scrambled the cathedralfootage?”
“I’m close.”
“Good. Get it done, Lorenzo. I’m tired of waiting,” I warn.
“Si,Don,” Lorenzo returns like a loyal soldier, thenhangs up.
I toss my cell on my desk and drop back to my chair with a heavy sigh. I haven’t had a good night’s rest since the night Greta ran, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
“I think we should send Camil away until this is all over,” Boian grumbles from where he stands across from my desk, shoulders tight, expression severe.
I let out a humorless laugh. “And you believe she’ll accept being sent away while her friend is stillmissing?”
His hands fist at his sides, and his jaw ticks. “I don’t give a shit if she accepts it. She’ll be vulnerable while we work to find Greta. Our enemies know she’s family and could take our preoccupation with the search as an opportunity to gain leverageover us.”
I study the man in front of me, the fire of determination in his eyes, the tension in his shoulders as he speaks of Camil’s safety. He is always protective of us, but with Camil, that fire blazing in his violet eyes tells me there’s more.
“What exactly is going on between you and Camil?” I probe, and when any other person would have missed it, I catch his flinch at myquestion.
“Like I said, we’re family, and she could be indanger––”
“Cazzate,” I callbullshit.
His teeth clench, and his hands fist at his side. “Leave it the fuck alone, Emil. There’s nothing between Camil and me. She’s family the same as you.”
