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Dialing Antonio’s number, I sighed when his phone did the same.
“Two down Illyria. Go ahead. Try big brother. I’ll wait.”
Dialing Giovanni’s number, my heart broke when his phone too never connected.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Why do I do anything? Because I want to. Tell me,shlyukha. Have you seen that Irish bastard of a cousin of yours lately?”
Confused, I didn’t know what he was talking about.
My family was Italian.
Had been for generations.
There wasn’t a single drop of Irish blood in the Valentinetti line.
The more I thought about it, that wasn’t technically true. When the realization struck, I shook my head. This bastard had to be fishing for something. What, I didn’t know.
In my family, there were only two cousins who weren’t entirely full-blooded Italian. My father’s sister, my aunt Daniella. She was married when she was younger. The marriage didn’t last. Both were too stubborn and too hot headed. They had two sons. But they weren’t involved with the family like the other cousins. They went their own way. Now, one of them was dead, and the other wanted nothing to do with the family.
“What do you want with him?” I cautiously asked. Getting information out of this sick fuck wasn’t going to be easy. The bastard was vague as hell most of the time, and when he was forthcoming, he still spoke in riddles.
“Because he has something that belongs to me, and I want it back.”
The man was making no sense.
Reggie would never involve himself with a man like Petrovitch. After the showdown with the Golden Skulls, Reggie took Catarina and their two kids and disappeared. They were safe, living their lives in an undisclosed location. Even I didn’t know where they were. The last I heard, they were happy and thriving. Catarina was pregnant with their third child.
“I don’t believe you. Why don’t you stop these games and just tell me what it is you really want?”
“I just did. I want your cousin.”
“Well, good luck finding him. Nobody knows where he’s at.”
“I will find him and when I do, I will kill him slowly,” he said, right before disconnecting the call.
Hands shaking, I dialed the only person I knew who knew the truth. Sitting on the arm of the sofa, I waited as his phone rang. On the fourth ring, I almost gave up when I heard his sleepy voice say, “Ms. Illyria?”
“Sypher, sorry if I woke you, but I need your help.”
“Sure. Anything for you.”
“I need you to tell me that Reggie, Catarina and the kids are still safe?”
“Last I checked, they were. Reggie checks in once a week like clockwork. Is everything okay?”
“I just got a call from Boris Petrovitch. He said some things that didn’t make sense. He wants Reggie. He said that my Irish cousin has something that belongs to him. Reggie is the only one with Irish blood in my family. He must be mistaken, right? I mean, I know Reggie. He would never associate himself with or put his family in harm’s way. Not after everything that’s happened, right?”
“It’s funny you mention that,” Sypher yawned before adding, “I’ve been helping with the files Benson Graves accumulated over the years on several clubs and people across the world, and something caught my eye the other day. I haven’t had time to look into further because Montana has me working around the clock to locate Graves. But...yes. There it is. Okay. There is a file simply namedIrlandskly Prizrak.It means Irish Ghost in Russian.”
“Why would Graves have a file on Reggie?”
“I don’t know, Ms. Illyria. The file is vague, like really bare. There are only two entries dated, but they were within the last six months, then nothing.”
“That makes no sense. Reggie went into hiding over a year and a half ago.”
“That’s true because I created all the new documents for him and his family and made sure when they disappeared that I erased their existence. As far as the world is concerned, Reginald Buchannon doesn’t exist. Could he be talking about someone else in your family?”
