Page 10 of Mafia's Broken Omega

The man didn't want to be found. I could take a fucking hint.

"Where to?" I asked Rosco once I was dressed. We came up the stairs from the basement where the gym was located.

"Meeting with Andro in your office."

"Are there any updates or are we just twiddling our fucking thumbs again?"

Rosco raised a brow. "No updates that I'm aware of. Why don't you go ahead and ask him that question, word for word, and see how it goes for you."

My lips pinched into a thin line. He knew I wouldn't. I was reckless, angry, and I could even admit to myself that I was depressed—but I didn't have a death wish, and pissing off Andro Ferrini would be the fastest way to get myself killed.

I pushed past Rosco without a word.

I pasted on a smooth smile for Andro, but stilled when I stepped into my office.

"What is this?" I asked.

Andro sat in the wingback chair to the left of my desk, his mate Joey perched happily on his lap. Joey rarely attended these types of meetings. That wasn't the only shock, though. On the leather sofa sat my younger brother Felik and his mate Jeremiah.

The door clicked closed behind me and the lock engaged. I whirled around to find Rosco there. He put a hand on my shoulder. "Sit down, Cord." He gestured to my desk.

I walked slowly, keeping an eye on everyone in the room.

"Should I look for plastic on the floor?" I joked. It fell flat.

Rosco took a seat to the right of the desk.

"Rosco said there weren't any updates. Was there something else to discuss?" I asked.

Andro shook his head. "We still don't know much more than we did at the beginning. Someone is selling information about both our businesses, and it's likely they don't want us working together. There have been no other attacks, and we haven't found out who has betrayed us both."

I nodded along. I knew all this. After the explosion at the warehouse months ago, a note had been found, warning us that we had a mole—besides the original mole we found before that. Someone else had been working with Anthony DiSanto, possibly multiple someones. Only we didn't know who or why.

And we had reason to believe that someone was also targeting the Ferrini organization. Their intention had likely been to cause a rift between Andro and me, but Felik and Jer's relationship made that nearly impossible. Actually, it was mostly Jeremiah and Joey who made it impossible. They refused to let the bad guys win and forced Andro and me to continue our alliance.

And so far, it was working.

"What is this meeting about then? Just a family visit? Where are the kids?" I might be a grumpy son of a bitch, but not when it came to my nieces or any of the other Ferrini children. I loved them, and they were the only ones who got to see me smile anymore.

"This meeting is for you," Joey said.

I raised a brow. "For me?"

"We're worried about you," Jer said.

My gazed ping-ponged between everyone in the room. The same contrite, sad, concerned look was on all their faces.

Dammit. This is an intervention.

I cleared my throat. "Everything is fine." My voice was firmer than what I felt.

Andro settled his hands on his mate's hips. He scrutinized me. "No, Cord. It's not fine. I get that we have to be tough and lead with an iron fist, but we're not needlessly cruel. You're angry. You're distant. Your staff is terrified of you."

Well, fuck. I knew all that, but hearing the words from someone else fucking sucked.

"I've thinned out the people who have access to me so no one gets information that can hurt our organization. It was a strategic decision."

"We're worried about you." Felik squeezed Jeremiah's hand.

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