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“Why you?”
Declan sighed. “I’m not sure what all Sean told you, but the Blackstone family has been in organized crime since, I don’t know, the 1940s. Sean’s father pulled out, started the business that Sean runs today, which is all above board. But my father did not, so Freya and I grew up in that, around the uncles. I wanted out, and I ran, but I have skills they find useful.” So not just a science teacher, then.
“Are we sure Freya is still alive?” Moss’s voice came from somewhere in the warehouse’s darkness, and Declan spun around, startled. “Oh, right, sorry, I’m supposed to be hiding in this closet still. Carry on. I got a little bored.”
“What the fuck?”
Moss appeared, guns drawn. “Fine, don’t carry on, but I’ll have Hank here snag that laptop really quick.” Four guys dropped from the ceiling on belay ropes, and Enzo rolled his eyes. “What? I like flair,” Moss said.
“You’re an idiot.” Enzo slipped out of the ropes and stood. Declan froze where he was standing, looking about as intensely confused as Enzo had felt when he had first met Moss. “Listen, Declan. Blowing up Sean’s car and knocking out various members of our staff wasn’t cool, but Sean was convinced you were acting under duress. Only next time, I would like to suggest that you simply explain that to us, yeah?”
“They never do that,” Moss said, shaking his head woefully. “Do you know where your sister is?”
“I think I know where Freya is.” Declan sat on a bench, combing his hands through his hair, and took a slow, shaky breath.
Enzo wanted to give the poor man a hug, except he wasn’t sure he liked him very much. He seemed like a moron. And Enzo was pretty fucking sure that back in the parking garage, he had shot him. “Was it you who shot me?”
“No, my uncles had a guy there making sure I didn’t botch the job. I saw that woman, India, walking towards the car, and he reached for the remote. I stopped him and set off the bomb before she got close enough.”
Moss frowned, his eyes scanning Declan’s face. Moss seemed to be a human lie detector. Or at least Enzo had seen no one successfully lie to the man. “Were there repercussions for you for that?”
Declan shrugged. “Nothing major. Not compared to someone’s life. Someone who doesn’t even have any involvement in this.”
Moss grinned at Enzo, meeting his eyes in a way that was a little terrifying, knowing who Moss was. “Well, my sister now has a bit of a connection. Sean and Enzo are going to marry her, so she’ll be the wife of the man they want out of the way. I’m sure she’ll object if they try to off him again, and no one wants to go up against a pissed off India Moss.”
“What?” Enzo spun to face Moss. “I thought we dropped that?”
Moss raised an eyebrow. “You can’t possibly be about to tell me you’ve now fucked my sister but have no long-term romantic interest in her. There are consequences for those kinds of decisions.”
“He said they were the most important people in his life.” It was no surprise that Declan was a traitor.
“Oh, right, I heard that. So I’m thinking of an island getaway sort of wedding?”
Declan cleared his throat. “Can we focus? How do we get my sister back without setting off my uncles?”
“Oh, so now you want our help?” Moss asked, and Enzo realized once again that he was fucking with them. “Listen, I understand your uncles told you not to involve the authorities. But I have no authority, and I have a lot of ridiculous skills, so we’ll pull her out. We need any details you can give us on her location.”
With a ragged sigh, Declan sunk down into a chair and covered his face with his hands. He looked defeated and worried, and Enzo didn’t know how to reassure him that everything would be okay. Partly because he didn’t know that everything would be okay. Nothing was ever certain. “You’re right. Why would you help me?”
“Because you’re a victim in this, not the bad guy,” Enzo said. “And apparently you’re my fiancé’s cousin.”
“Fiance! Now you’re catching on, Enzo.” Moss grinned a wide, wicked grin. Enzo knew that expression meant he was completely fucked if he didn’t comply with the ex-spy’s demands regarding marriage. India was going to flip out, but Enzo didn’t mind the thought of something more permanent with Sean and India.
“So, back to the office?” Enzo asked.
“How the fuck are you untied anyway?” Declan glanced at Enzo as Moss’s guys collected his laptop.
“You really suck at knots, man,” Enzo said, grinning.
“And communication skills,” Moss added. “Next time someone locks you in a holding cell and interrogates you, talk.” He paused. “I mean, I could see how that wasn’t the best strategy for winning your trust.”
“Next time, we can be nicer,” Enzo said. Moss looked around the warehouse, picking up a few more random things; a cell phone, a tablet, a notebook, and led them out the door.
“So, beach wedding, you think? On the coast?” Moss asked.
Enzo shook his head smiling a little, and this time, he did think the tiniest bit about floral arrangements.
Chapter 22 - Enzo
