Page 38 of Savage Enemy

He stood in the middle of the hallway.

The kid was definitely my son.

I raised a brow.No eavesdropping tonight.

“Move it, boy,” I said before shouting for Bella.

Enzo rolled his eyes and walked away.

His attitude needed adjusting, but it could wait for a less stressful time.

Turning back to Tony, I closed the heavy wooden door behind me, and motioned for him to start.

He stared at me. “Fatherhood suits you, Stef.”

I shrugged. “I have a lot to learn.”

Tony smiled. “I have an address for one of Moscatelli’s houses in the Gold Coast area. And got more on Klimov, but nothing much we didn’t already have.”

What I knew about Klimov terrified me, but I needed to hear everything, so I nodded for him to go on.

“He’s a fucking psychopath, we know that. And even the Russians are afraid of this guy. Yakuza won’t go near him. He’s extreme, quick to act, and shows no remorse when he gets it wrong. Jumping to conclusions is his favorite pastime, but the paranoia seems to have served him well so far.

“Good news is, boss, he’s already married. So what’s he going to do with an Italian bride? He can’t take a second wife.”

I sank down into my desk chair.

“He wouldn’t marry her now anyway. She has a child, and the fucker would only take a virgin bride. It’s the alternative that scares me.”

I thumbed through the rest of Val’s photos, looking for clues that might help me get her back, preferably without courting a war. Then I found it—my way in.

I showed Tony a photo of teenage Val posing with a group of girls in similar dresses.

“Does one of these girls with Val look familiar to you?”

He bent over my desk to peer closer.

“Which one?”

“Third from the left.”

Tony sucked in a short breath.

“Holy shit. That’s Benedetta Capaldo.”

The woman I’d planned to marry only a week ago, before Val came back into my life. And now there she was, in a photo with Val, taken when they were teenagers.

A new wave of hot fury surged through me.

I jumped to my feet.

“She knew Val. And she said nothing.”

Tony grunted. “Looks that way.”

I dragged in a long breath to help control the rage burning me from the inside out.

She’d known. She’d fucking known her all along. She could have prevented this by telling me she knew Val.

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