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I roll my eyes. “I do not need that visual. I just ate.”
Fynn and I may be twins, but we rarely agree. I always take Angelo’s side because I’ve seen everything he has gone through to get to this point. He was there when our father was killed in cold blood. He worked tirelessly as he grew up to make sure our mother was looked after, that we all were. He made sure Valentina was sheltered from all of this and given the best upbringing possible, even though she never got to know our father.
I respect him. I trust him. I know Fynn respects him too. He just has a sensitivity chip missing because he doesn’t know how to articulate his feelings. I seemed to have acquired most of that gene.
“I almost fucked Rebecca last night,” he says instead. He’s talking about a squeeze from our club, Bijou. She’s a patron there and an exotic dancer in her spare time. They hook up occasionally, and unfortunately, I’m the unlucky recipient when hearing about it.
“Almost?”
“Enzo saved me at the last minute. Angelo’s fake death and all takes precedence over pussy.”
“Here I was, working hard with Marco to get the business off the ground, and you’re chasing a skirt.”
“Keep your panties on. I said I didn’t get any.”
“Only because Angelo’s fake death preceded you bumpin’ uglies.”
He chuckles. “Fuck, bro, you really need to let off some steam.”
“What I need is to get this shit over with so I can get back to work.”
He shakes his head. “You work too much. It’s not healthy. Anyway, this chick, Mia, I wonder if she’s as hot as Rayne.”
“She betrays our brother, drops a bombshell, Angelo fakes his own death, and the entire city thinks he’s dead, and your brain goes right there?”
“Sometimes I wonder if we’re even fucking related,” he grumbles.
My brother has always been shallow on the surface. Only I know he has many more layers than meets the eye. He has issues and can’t commit to anything.The only woman he’s ever been remotely committed to is Sage Lawson, our long-standing family friend and MD, and he fucked that up royally.
I try to ignore him the rest of the way to the docks.
When we reach the address, we wait for Angelo. Enzo and Marco both greet us and tell us to hold fast. There are soldiers on the roof and surrounding the entire building. This shit is getting real way too fast.
“The fuck?” Fynn mutters, shaking his head. “Is this shit for real?”
“We didn’t have time for a debrief,” Enzo says. “By the time we got here, we got intel that Mia is being held in a shipping container on the dock. It’s about to be dispatched, along with what we think is a ton of other girls, some underage.”
“Fuck!” I say, running a hand through my hair.
“We’re storming the place in ten,” Marco tells us. “Waiting for clearance from Darko and Rocco.”
Darko is Angelo’s head soldier. Rocco, for lack of a better word, is our main enforcer and the person who carries out most of the unpleasantries of the job, like torture and dumping bodies.
“You think she’s in there?” I ask them.
“We’re about to find out,” Enzo says.
We’re in a desolate, commercial part of the docks with no one on the street. Perfect place to do some killing.
The first thing Angelo does when he arrives is to send Fynn back to Fortress with his driver, Gus, and secure things over there. He grumbles, but he does it, as Angelo wants one of us there for Ma and Valentina.
We move toward building number 501 slowly. I stand between Angelo and Marco on one side of the door, with Rocco and Enzo on the other. Rocco bursts through the door and immediately throws glow sticks on the ground so we can see.
It looks empty as we move inside, guns drawn, moving around the few scattered boxes. The place looks like it’s long since been forgotten and only used for storage. There are two internal doors on either side of the building.
I take the left side with my brothers, while Enzo and Rocco take the right. The soldiers take the rear.
A few moments later, we hear Enzo yelling, “Freeze! Don’t move!”
