Page 90 of Scarred Heir
“Dad knows what’s happening, and he’s going to needmore help with that, but now we have a bigger problem to deal with.” When Marchello glanced at Lorenzo, my instincts kicked in. Their silent communication concerned me more than I would have liked. “As I said, Lorenzo has been digging, and what he has potentially uncovered directly affects you and your security.”
“What have you found?” I inched closer to the fire as the ocean breeze ghosted my skin. “Did you find out who the shooters at the pier were?”
“Not yet.” Lorenzo swept the sand from his calf. “But my investigation brought me to an unsettling revelation.”
“Tell me so we can deal with it.” I finished what was left in the flask, savoring the smooth vodka as it slid down my throat. “What’s one more problem?”
“There was clearly an informant involved,” Lorenzo said. “How else would someone know where you would be and that you had captured one of the thieves involved?”
“I thought about that.” I pushed the empty flask into the front pocket of my shorts. “But none of our people would be that stupid. They would know there would be nowhere for them to hide and no one to protect them if they betrayed me.”
“There’s always the possibility that someone could go rogue,” Marchello said. “But I went over the team you took with you that night, and I can’t find a reason for any of them to turn on us, so I widened the search, but I’ve come up empty.”
“The shooter could have taken you out.” Lorenzo pointed at me. “But they created a scenario that brought the police to your doorstep.”
“The cops did get to the pier pretty fast that night.” If it hadn’t been for Sable providing me with an alibi, I wouldhave been hauled to the station and hassled for hours. “Someone wanted me on the NYPD radar.”
“If the guy who stole the cars really didn’t know who hired him, there would have been no reason for them to take him out that night,” Marchello said. “They knew you were going to be at that pier and wanted you to run into complications.”
“I chose that pier because it’s discreet. We’ve never had an issue there.”
“You have a traitor in your organization.” Lorenzo’s jaw tightened. “Maybe not in your most intimate circle, but there is a leak.”
“That’s impossible.” I shook my head. “I don’t discuss business in front of…fuck.” When I said someone would have to be really stupid to betray me, I should have known.
“Fuck what?” Marchello glared at me.
“Lucas and I had a conversation at the shop the day of the pier incident. He told me our guys had someone for me at the pier.”
“Who was there when the conversation took place?” Marchello asked.
“Chance.” I clenched my fists, pushing back the rage that threatened to explode. If I went off now, without the proof I needed to back my suspicions, there would be no coming back with Sable.
“Milo.” Lorenzo put his hand on my shoulder that was so tight the spasms ran across my back. “How much do you know about this woman and her brother?”
TWENTY-FOUR
Sable
The shiftin Milo’s demeanor since we returned from Puerto Rico unsettled me. Things had been different since that night on the beach.
I wanted to believe it was his business dealings that weighed so heavily on his mind, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had said too much on the beach. Maybe he had figured out what I wanted to say before Lorenzo showed up. What if he wasn’t ready to hear it?
“Sable.” Milo glanced up from his computer. “Can you get me those two contracts I drew up yesterday afternoon?”
“Sure.” I pulled the files from the cabinet and brought them to him. “Here they are.”
“Thanks.” He held out his hand without looking at me.
“Can I get you anything else?”
“What?” He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his jaw. “No.”
“You’re distracted.” I inched between him and his deskand took a seat on the edge of it. “What can I do to help you?”
“You can’t help me with this.” He glanced down at the contract. “Why don’t you see if Angela needs anything.”
“Why can’t I help you with whatever is on your mind?”
