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“He had this with him when he showed up,” Geo says, bending to grab it and handing it to me.
I take it, looking inside. It looks like a bunch of papers. That’s what my damn life has become—paperwork all the fucking time. I’m tired of it.
“Show me.” I throw the bag, and Lucas grunts as it hits him in the chest.
He grabs it before it can fall to the floor and walks to the table, setting it down and pulling out the stack of papers. He lays them on the stainless steel tabletop, and I walk over to stand beside him. I’m not afraid of him. I know Geo frisked him before even allowing him inside, and I can take him in hand-to-hand combat, but standing next to him has my anger rising.
I’m still furious that he was lying to me.
He shuffles them a little and then pulls a sheet off the top. “Right here, I’ve highlighted the important shipments. They wouldn’t tell me anything specific, but I know they were more than drugs and guns. They took extra care of these.” He points to the bright yellow lines, where he dragged a highlighter across the ink, smearing it slightly. “The night you caught us wasn’t a shipment like the one we’d discussed. Arie had thought it might be, but it wasn’t. They wouldn’t have invited me for that. But I’m not sure why the secrecy. Why wouldn’t they let us in on something that we will take over one day?”
“I don’t know,” I muse as I study the papers.
I have a few theories, but I’m damn sure not telling him that.
Why did they not trust us with this one aspect of the business?
“There’s something else,” he says, and I look at him. “You have a mole.”
I grab the back of his neck, slamming his head down on top of the papers he placed on the table. His mouth is comically sideways as he takes in a sharp breath.
“What are you talking about?” I ask him, holding him as I lower my face to his.
His eyes widen, and he tries to move, but I have a firm grip. He’s not going anywhere.
“Are you sure it’s not you? Did you come back here to try to get information to run back and tell Daddy?”
“No,” he says, his word coming out sharp with the angle I have his head bent. “I swear. But they are getting information from someone. They know you met with Dahlia.”
What the fuck?
“How do you know that?” I ask, loosening my grip a little.
Lucas rises slowly as I step back. “They questioned me about it. They wanted to know why you would be talking to her.”
“What did you tell them?”
“That I have no fucking clue. I don’t know why you were talking to Dahlia. For all I know, you were fucking her.”
I want to slam his head down again. I would never stoop to fucking Dahlia. But that’s not really what we are talking about right now.
“Whywereyou meeting with Dahlia?” Lucas has the balls to ask.
I level him with a glare.
“Right. You have to believe me; I wasn’t double-crossing you, I swear.”
I don’t know whether to believe him or not. He could be planting these records here to see what I’ll do with them. But how the fuck did he know about my meeting with Dahlia? They could have a tail on me. But I was careful. Dahlia could have ratted me out. But I doubt it with the money I’m paying her.
Fuck, this is messing with my head.
“If you are on our side, you are going to have to prove it. I don’t believe your words anymore.”
“Prove it?”
“You need to break free of your father and make it clear to him whose side you are on.”
“That’s a death wish,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m risking my life to be here right now.”
