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“I doubt that. She’s Atlee’s sister.”

Okay, he might have a point there. Atlee could be a dumbass, and he liked to instigate things, but he had other talents.

“Besides,” Romeo blew out another stream of smoke. “She’s not my type.”

“Atlas didn’t have a problem with her.” She was his first.

“Atlas would’ve killed her the first time she disobeyed him.”

Yesterday I would’ve argued that. Atlas would never hurt his wife. Now, I wasn’t so sure. “Maybe?”

That made Romeo cock a brow. “Maybe?”

“Don’t give me that look.” There was no reason for him to be smug. “Atlas was a better brother than you ever were.” Regardless of what he may or may not have done. “But,” I sighed, “maybe I didn’t know him as well as I thought I did.”

“Huh.” Romeo huffed. “Never thought I’d hear you say that.”

Neither did I.

“You should look in the left corner of his room.” Romeo flicked his cigarette into a nearby plant pot. “There’s a hidden compartment in the wall.”

Atlas had a hidden compartment? Why didn’t Romeo tell me about that before? Not that I was surprised. My father and brother kept me in the dark my entire life. Why would that change now? Not to mention…

“And why would I trust anything you say?” For all I knew, whatever was in there, was planted by Romeo.

“Do what you want.” He shrugged. “But I am your underboss, Little Brother. You’re gonna have to start trusting me at some point.”

Why the fuck did he have to remind me of that?

“Of course you could always decide not to take the omerta and go legit.”

I snorted. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Who do you think I want by my side when I take over?”

“Saul.” Romeo was the only person who got along with Saul.

“Why would I make Saul underboss, when I have a brother?”

My eyes snapped up to his.

What kind of game was he playing?

Before I could question his motives, a loud crash echoed down the hall.

Both Romeo and I turned to look as another crash vibrated through a door a few feet away.

I cocked a brow at him, he cocked a brow at me, then we heard, “who’s trailer trash now bitch.”

Fuck. Well, I found Nova.

“Was that?—”

“Yeah,” I answered before he finished speaking.

“Who’s she fighting with?”

That was when Carissa’s voice rang through the air. “You crazy bitch.”

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