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Luca had claimed Savio as his son. Giada had been fucking both Luca and my father while she was pregnant, but Luca hadn’t known until it was too late. Savio was always his, regardless of paternity.
“I have verified linked associations between them in the hundreds now. Restaurants. Credit cards. Investments under the name of Lucas Thomas.”
Orlando leaned his head against the wall. “Why?”
Why turn against his own father? His brothers? His son? For the woman?
Not Luca.
“Where is he now?”
Emilio’s fingers flew across the keyboard, bringing up an aerial map of a massive estate. “You’re practically neighbors.”
“We know where he is,” Ant said. “Do you think he knows you’re here?”
“Probability is high,” Emilio said as he continued to pull up still footage of Luca and the woman.
Nausea churned in my gut. I’d mourned my brother, spent nights comforting our grieving father, then looked for my enemy in the eyes of everyone close to me, including my wife.
Emilio sipped his energy drink. “I’m finding connections back to Ferraro. The bodyguard has ties to a local motorcycle club, but I’m just starting to get the context for those.”
I turned to Emilio. “At the BDSM club, I spoke with a woman who knew Luca. She works for Ferraro. Her husband is part of a motorcycle club.”
“I’ll find him.”
“The Irish didn’t kill Luca,” Orlando said. “But we know he was shot. They have the evidence of his death. How is that possible?”
Luca was the only one with the answers. Could my own brother be responsible for our father’s assassination? Mia’s family smuggled diamonds and were heavy into overseas investments, but they weren’t mafia. Money had been their only motivation, which was why they paid the ransom. They’d been willing to barter for their lives.
My father had been unwilling to give up power to tribal guerillas. My uncle Sammy had known the risks. He would have made the same decision. Never show weakness.
Was Luca helping Mia retaliate? Would he turn on his family for her? Cazzo! I pinched the bridge of my nose to keep tears from my eyes. Trying to determine who my enemies were had become exhausting, but I couldn’t let my guard down, couldn’t afford to become complacent. I’d rest when I was dead.
“What do you want to do?” Stefano asked.
I stared at Luca on the computer screen. If he was in bed with the enemy, could I kill my own brother? I’d killed men for less.
“Do we tell Anna?” Ant asked.
“What about Savio?” Stefano plucked a cigarette from his pack.
“Outside, asshole,” Emilio said. “You can’t smoke in here. It’s bad for the computers.”
Orlando retook the seat next to Emilio. Emilio pointed out files he wanted him to look through. “Put in a new filter for the motorcycle club. See if we can find any cross associations with High Protocol and the people we met at the munch.”
Ant and I followed Stefano outside.
I sat on the stoop as Ant and Stefano smoked.
“I’m not going to war with Luca,” Stefano said. “I know my brother. We’re missing something.”
“Then find a way to get him here,” Ant said, blowing smoke into the night sky.
“The Thomas family has a vendetta against the Bruno’s.” I rubbed my fingers along my beard. “He’s not one of us anymore. He’s no longer a Bruno. He’s Lucas Thomas.”
***
Back in the house, I sat in the kitchen with Ant. Early morning light spilled into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the patio.
