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She’s been in good old hacker mode, getting all the intel Angelo asked for, and it appears she’s done one better and teamed up with Vaughn. They’ve been tracing the drug shipment, and it’s taken some doing.
I don’t know how they’ve completed it, hacking isn’t exactly my forte, especially in such a short amount of time, but she says she needs to meet with all of us asap.
I try my best to hide at least some of what I’m feeling from Mia so that when she asks me in the bedroom, where I’m shrugging into my jeans and a sweater, I am mentally prepared to tell her some version of the truth.
“You have to go out tonight?” she asks, instantly worried.
I turn to face her and cup her cheeks with my hands. “Stop worrying, everything’s alright. Sloane has some information, and I’m heading over to see what it is.”
“That’s all she said?”
“She won’t say much over text message,” I tell her. I kiss her chastely on the lips. “Why don’t you hang out with Ma and Valentina? They’re in the south wing with adjoining rooms. If you all want to get together, Rayne and Katiya aren’t far away either.”
Mia nods, biting her lip. She’s not entirely sure what it is I’m keeping from her, but the truth is I don’t know all of it yet, either.
I walk her up to Ma and Valentina’s suite, and we meet Enzo in the hallway on his way up to Marco’s office.
“You got the message too,” he says gravely when the girls are inside.
“Yeah, it seems we have a few more rogues to kill.”
The thought isn’t exactly sobering, but the annoyance I feel over this whole thing will have to suffice. The only thing we can do to change it, is to find the bastards.
“Sloane has footage from the raid that night, and what happened afterward,” I say as we walk. “Sounds pretty heavy.”
“I thought all of that was conveniently destroyed by Sloane herself so as not to incriminate us.”
“So did I.”
Enzo lets out a breath. “This is exactly what we don’t need,” he says. “Rombaldi. Then traitors in our own camp. Then there’s Katiya’s father and the fact he fucking shot me. The Triads try to take us down, now the Colombians. Who’s left? The fucking Irish.”
The recap coming from someone else's mouth is enough to make me run both hands through my hair in exasperation. Stress levels have never been this high for any of us.
“Now that we’ve got an unlikely alliance with the Bratva, only the Irish are left.” This would be comical, if it weren’t so fucking crazy.
This is the mafia life. You have a few moments of peace, only shattered all too soon as reality sweeps away anything good, if you let it.
I have to remember to not let the darkness overpower the light.
This is for the greater good, for Papa, uncle Mario, and our cousin, Roberto. For all that they stood for. Angelo said my father always loved this city and the people in it. I try to remember that every time shit goes down, we must do things that make us the most feared crime family in Boston.
“Angelo has more intel on the two guys from the car bomb.”
“Good,” I say. “The sooner they’re at the warehouse, the better.”
“Agreed. The sooner the interrogation takes place, the better, and more importantly, we’ll know who stole the fucking drugs.”
When we get to the office Marco, Fynn, Angelo, Dom, Darko, Sloane, and now Rocco are there. Sloane is at the end of the table, looking over her laptop with her thick-rimmed glasses on.
She’s a stark contrast to all the men impatiently standing around her, waiting for me and Enzo to arrive so they can begin. It’s not hard to see that she’s a badass, which is why Rocco fell hard.
I give Rocco a look, wondering what he’s doing here if he’s on doctor’s orders to rest.
“Don’t start,” he mutters in my direction. “I don’t even have a concussion, so before you begin a lecture I don’t fucking need, I’m fine.”
“Ooh, touchy,” I say, taking a seat around the large table.
“What do we know?” Enzo says, looking directly at Sloane.
