Page 49 of Ruthless Secrets
“Fuck the evidence! If this happened to Holly, you wouldn’t just sit around.”
“I’m not saying we should.”
“Then what are you saying?”
Andre rubs at his jaw as he stares at my car. “Did you get the plates of whoever did this, at least?”
“No. I was too fucking busy trying to shake them off.”
Andre walks around the trunk of the car and crouches down. “Your parking cameras might have caught them. I’ll have Jax load up the footage.”
While Jax getsto work importing the footage from my parking cameras into Andre’s computer, I pour myself an extra-large bourbon. My body is still running on adrenaline, and I need something to take the edge off.
I just have to keep reminding myself that Clara and Zoe are just down the hall, completely safe and unharmed.
For now.
I down the rest of the drink as the thought plays on repeat in my mind.
“Found anything?” I get to my feet and stalk back over to the bar cart. It feels like we’ve been in Andre’s office for hours, and I’m itching to send a message of my own to Alfonzo.
Jax clicks away on the computer. “Just loading the footage now.”
I finish pouring my drink and walk over to the desk so I can see for myself what the camera caught. Thankfully, it wasn’t damaged by any of the bullets, so the footage is pretty clear.
But when Jax starts skipping through it, I find I have to look away. It was hard enough when I lived through this nightmare once. I don’t want to remember how close I was to losing Clara.
“There.” Andre points at the screen.
Jax pauses the footage and zooms in on the black car.
Andre’s eyes stay glued to the frozen image. “Do you recognize that plate?”
“No,” Jax mutters. “But if you give me a second…”
A deep crease forms between his dark brows as he furiously types away on the keyboard. He’s definitely an asset to have on our payroll in terms of both his brute strength and technological skills.
Jax sits back. “Got it. It’s registered to Antonio Mancini.”
Andre clenches his fists. “Fuck.”
I look between the two. “Who’s that?”
“There’s our link to Tommaso.” He runs his fingers through his hair.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I scoff. “Is that enough evidence for you?”
Andre frowns. “Yes and no. Alfonzo is one thing, but going up against Tommaso is a whole other story, Marco.”
“I’m well aware of that, but since when does that stop us?”
“It doesn’t.” Andre heads over to the drinks cart to pour himself a bourbon. “But we need to be clever in how we go about taking them down.”
“If Tommaso is the main issue here, then we need to find his weakness. Everyone has one, and we’ve often used them to get them on our side. Let’s get him to turn against Alfonzo with us.”
“Perhaps…but it’s risky.”
“It’s either that or recruit someone new that they won’t be expecting. Someone with beef against the Costas.”
