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Hell, even if we weren’t private undercover agents, this event is a delicate one with all the mafia families in attendance.
As highly trained Marines, we can take care of ourselves. But we’re not immortal and there are a lot of innocent people here, including the staff, celebrities, politicians, and media.
I tug down my brown vest, feeling ridiculous. I look like an actor from a 1960s gangster film, complete with a Fedora. Except I have about fifty pounds more muscle.
But here we are.
I signed up for this undercover gig and must play the part. The ladies don’t seem to have a problem with the outfit - I’ve already had a few appreciative looks.
And one wink.
Nice, but I don’t fuck gangster chicks, so no thanks.
Nathan glances at me through his dark sunglasses and, casually chewing his toothpick, asks. “You fly in?”
He’s gathering data.
I nod toward Pablo. “On the Garcia jet.”
“Staying long?”
I shrug.
Our conversation is being listened to by others and he knows I wouldn’t give him those details. But it’s the sort of thing another mafia would ask.
Information is king.
Our mafia families are not friendly, but this is business. Pablo’s invite was expected, as was his attendance.
Juan, a fellow cartel member, shoots me a smirk, thinking I’m evading Nathan’s questioning so I send him one back.
Then the music kicks up and the wedding coordinators start guiding guests to their seats. Pablo follows two of the senior Mancini family members he spoke with, while Juan and I and two other cartel members stick to the sidelines. We’re here to protect Pablo, after all.
I watch Nathan scan the guests. He’s looking for someone. Someone important.
Jesus, what is going on?
I watch Connor, who, like me, looks deadly calm, but I doubt he is. The fact the woman he loves is about to walk down the aisle is freaking me the fuck out.
Fuck this. If something is going to blow, I need to know.
“What’s going on?” I ground out.
“Fucking everything,” Nathan replies under his breath. “Mancini’s second. It’s him.”
I force my eyebrows to stay where they are even though they threaten to fly up.
Him?
There is only onehim.Carlos. The same man we’ve all been hunting him for six long years.
Carlos is the mob boss, Joe Mancini’s second?
Mia’s father.
Holy shit.
“Gabrielle Russo?” I voice my surprise.
