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“It would seem so,” Mikey agrees. “The feds have been pulled into the murder of Andre Greco and the abduction of Gabriella Smith.”
“Call through updates as you receive them,” Leo says before ending the call.
“Smith,” Enzo snorts. “Inventive.”
“I swear to God, Vinnie, I was not an informant.” I move into his line of sight. “I didn’t know who she was. She did my hair, we were friends, she told me about Tony, and I told her... about marrying you,” I finish quietly.
“Vinnie?” Leo snorts.
Vincent whirls on him, his anger full bridled. “Say it again, and I’ll happily wrap barbed wire around your neck and smile as you fucking bleed.”
“No one thinks you’re an informant, Bianca,” Enzo interrupts with an irritated sigh. “We knew you were friends with her. You can’t do anything without us knowing. Calm the fuck down.”
I step back, shoulders curling in, head dropping in embarrassment.
“Leo, have Tony meet us here fucking ASAP,” Enzo demands. “Let’s see if he knows where his bitch in blue is.”
“Does this mean Roberto knew about Gabbi?”
All three men look at me.
“Roberto wouldn’t have known he and Gabbi were related,” Leo surmises. “If he did know of her existence, he was holding it as a trump card. Dickhead died with it too.”
Tony arrives within fifteen minutes, confusion muddling his features when he enters Vincent’s and my apartment.
“Sit,” Enzo instructs. “Talk to me about your whore.”
Tony sits cautiously. “Whore?” He glances at me, then back at the boss.
“Trixie, the bitch you were fucking on the regular.Outsidework hours.”
“I—”
“Don’t lie,” Leo cuts in. “We’re a little pressed for time.”
Tony slides his hands over his trousers. “I fucked her. She wanted more. I strung her along. May’ve told her I loved her a few times but that we couldn’t be together.”
“Did you?” Enzo slides his forefinger across his bottom lip. “Love her?”
Tony shakes his head. “No.”
“Hm. She’s taken something of mine, ofours,” he corrects. “And if she hurts a hair on her head, I will force you to scalp her while I watch.”
The color seeps from Tony’s face.
“Where would she go if she were hiding?”
Panic seizes Tony’s ability to speak. “I... I don’tknow.”
Vincent growls, stepping closer. I long to reach out and soothe him, but I keep my distance, afraid for myself because of my stupidity.
“Where did she take you, Antonio?” I ask. “Did you take her anywhere?”
He struggles to pull his gaze away from Enzo, fear monopolizing his attention. “My place. Her place.”
“Addresses,” Leo demands.
Tony recites them absently.
