Page 532 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I tiptoe out of the bedroom since Lily has dozed off again and I dial Aldo’s number.

He answers almost immediately. “Did you get any information? Who’d you call?”

“Listen, you know Rayleigh, the head concierge?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, I just called her and she said Sergio has been in meetings.”

“Okay. What should we do about Bruno?”

“That’s the thing.” I grit my teeth. “I think she’s got Bruno shacked up somewhere.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“She made a comment about how I should be more focused on where Bruno is, that I should have kept watch over him last night, and then I heard a loud crash when we were on the phone. Sounded like he might be trying to fight against something,” I say, lightly pounding on the wall with my fist. “She wouldn’t tell me where they are. I know she’s probably pissed off at me for last night, but?—”

“What’d you do last night?”

“I may have said some not-so-nice stuff to her…” My voice trails off. “But that doesn’t matter now. Dammit, Aldo, we need to find him. I don’t know what the hell she’s got up her sleeve but it can’t be good. I’m going to get in touch with hotel security to see if they have any camera footage that can lead us to him.”

I end the call and dial one more number.

Mike DeLuca, our head of security surveillance.

If anyone can get eyes on Sergio, it’s him.

“Mike,” I say when his deep voice comes on the line. “Bruno is MIA right now and I need you to tell me where he was last seen.” I pull my phone away from my ear to check the time since I didn’t bother when Aldo called the first time.

“Okay,” he responds. “Let me pull up the feeds. Did you hear from him last night? Did he say anything to you about where he was going?”

I rub the back of my neck. “He hit one of the clubs with Aldo. They left separately, though.”

I can hear Mike’s keyboard clacking in the background. “I have him coming out of the club to the casino floor around one o’clock.” He pauses. “He’s heading over to the lobby bar, talking to one of the bouncers.” A short pause follows. “He walks around for about an hour, stops into the restaurant for a little while. I lose him for about twenty minutes until he comes back out.”

“Wait, why did you lose him?” The hairs on the back of my neck prickle.

“No surveillance in the restaurant.”

I furrow my brow. “Really?”

“Yeah, those feeds are all off-line. Never connected to the main system.”

Maybe the Marcone family made sure that Tommy’s restaurant was off limits because of the kind of business conducted there. I’d ask Bruno that very question if I could fucking find him!

“Here we go,” Mike murmurs. “He’s back, headed toward the lobby again.”

I shift my weight, leaning back against the wall. “Anything look off, Mike?”

“No,” he says slowly. “Wait, someone’s coming toward him.”

“Who?” My spine stiffens.

“It looks like…Rayleigh from concierge.”

Bingo.

“Okay, good work, Mike. Now tell me where they went.”

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