Page 105 of Dirty Secrets

“Trying to figure out who the fuck is after you. Maybe it’s the skin trade? You’re pretty, maybe they want to turn you into a coat or something?” he joked, a snort leaving Stone from my other side.

“Doubtful. I think Lavaro got caught up in dumb shit and ratted Lopez out as his helper. The men who attacked you said you were selling their boss’ drugs, right? Case closed.”

“I have no idea who Mr. Ricci is though,” I sighed, photos and videos changing rapidly as Cruz searched through hundreds. “Can’t you just search his name and find him?”

Cruz gave me a flat look. “It could be a fake name. We’ve searched it before and nothing came up.”

“You haven’t searched the Ricci name in the Italian Police database,” Stone muttered, focused on something on his own computer. “If you can find him in their database, you’ll be able to find any associates too. Their records are usually pretty detailed, especially if the prick is someone they’re watching. Drug trade is world wide, and connections can be spread out.”

I let Cruz work in silence for a few minutes as I turned my attention back to Raven’s door, a quiet curse coming from Cruz soon after.

“Dude, what the fuck has Lavaro dragged you into?”

There was a picture of a man on the screen, and nothing about him looked familiar.

“I have no idea who that is. Should I?”

He blew out a breath, opening a file with his information. “Stefano Ricci. Fifty years old. He has a long list of things that never seemed to stick, and he has a twenty-five year old son named Dante. Wife deceased.”

“Still not clearing things up for me, man,” I sighed, leaning closer. “He looks just like every other corrupt rich prick I’ve met.”

“You need to watch the news reports more,” Stone grumbled as he appeared behind Cruz’s chair, leaning down to read the information himself. “Out of all the people you could fuck with, you chose the mafia?”

I felt sick.

“I already told you, I have no idea who he is. He’s mafia?”

Stone turned to me, his tone serious. “You might not, but there’s no way Lavaro wasn’t aware of who he was running drugs for. No wonder the fucker ran if he knew the goddamn Italian mafia were after him. Stefano Ricci is the head of the Ricci family, and he doesn’t fuck around. Hate to say it, Lopez, but you’re as good as dead.”

I swallowed, stupidly trying to call Ander as if he’d picked up any other time over the past few months. Of course, I was met with a message to say his phone was switched off. Just like it always was.

“Donovan. You guys might want to come over for a meeting,” Stone said, making me look over to find him with his phonepressed to his ear. “No, we’re fine at the moment. Lopez is fucked though. We found Mr. Ricci.”

“He knows about Raven,” I said quietly, and Cruz winced, knowing exactly where I was going with this conversation.

“He might not. You killed the two guys who tried to run you both down.”

“He knows,” I repeated, holding his gaze. “And you know what people like him do to draw out someone they’re after. If he goes after Raven to get to me, I’ll never forgive myself.”

Stone hung up the phone, glaring at me. “Beckett is on her way with some of the others to figure this out. Don’t even think about running off to play the hero. She’s safe right now, and Beckett said they’re keeping her overnight in the hospital. No one’s leaving her alone unprotected, okay?”

I had a feeling that nothing was going to keep us all safe, no matter how much we prepared for it.

Reid

I was beyond pissed. On top of the fact that I’d discovered everyone I loved had been hiding shit from me, Rory had also shown up to make sure we left the house.

Pregnant. Raven had gotten fuckingpregnant.

I’d been ready to tear the Heights apart to find the fucker too, so finding out it had been Logan? I could’ve killed him.

Had he been gentle with her? How many times had they done it? What did she like?

I scolded myself for that last thought, hating that I wished I’d been there to see it.

“You’re talking to yourself. Have you finally lost it?” Riley asked dryly as she sat on the steps of her front porch beside me. “If you glare at my tree any harder, it might catch fire.”

“Sorry,” I grumbled, earning a snort in return.

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