Page 82 of Tormented Diamonds
Not from lack of trying…
“Right. Becausethatwouldn’t cause a paparazzifeeding frenzy. It’s fine. I’ve tripled security at the club and house and sent a message for Taz to bring her here the minute she leaves.” At his annoying smirk, I grab his glass and flip him off while stalking to the bar. “It’s not that I don’t trust him. If I didn’t, he wouldn’t be with her. But no one can protect her like me, so until Flynn is dead, I want her by my side.”
I check my texts again.
Nothing.
Cursing under my breath, I pull up the GPS tracker on my phone, my jaw clenching when I see Becca’s location still pinging at the Montclair Police Station. The longer I stare at it the more it mocks me.
Fuck it. I’ll go get her myself.
I storm across the room and open the door, only to nearly plow into the wide-eyed woman blocking my path. “Cathalina,” I say, forcing her name through gritted teeth. “Why the fuck are you always in my way?”
Before she can answer, Tony, my head bouncer appears behind her, his face twisted in rage. “I told you no one gets back here without permission,” he growls, clamping his hand around the arm she has cradled to her chest. “Boss, I’m sorry. I told her the?—”
“I know the damn rules.” Planting her heels, Cathalina grabs the door frame and turns a pleading gaze on me. “Gianni knows I wouldn’t break them if it wasn’t important.”
This is turning into a habit I’m ending right now.
“It’s fine, Tony,” I say, sliding my hands into my pockets. “This won’t take long.”
He gives me a curt nod, barely giving her time to move her hand before shutting the door with aheated glare.
“You have five minutes, Cat.” Turning, I walk across the room and slide my glass off the card table.
“I don’t know how to say this, Gianni...”
“Preferably, as quickly as possible,” I mutter, lifting my drink to my mouth.
“I think I know who’s after Becca.”
I spin around, my knuckles white against the glass. “What the fuck did you just say?”
Blowing out a shaky breath, she pulls her arm away from her chest to reveal a legal-sized envelope clenched in her hand. “When I showed up at your house on your wedding night, I told you I’d overheard my father on the phone. That wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the only time it happened.”
I slide my other hand down to my holster. “What are you involved in, Cathalina?”
She watches my every move but doesn’t bother countering. “After talking to you, and after what happened to Becca…” She shakes her head, her grip on the envelope tightening. “Things didn’t feel right. My father was getting increasingly paranoid, and I had a bad feeling, so I stopped following instructions and started questioning them. That led me to this.” Her fingers tremble as she hands me the envelope.
I stare at it. “I’m done playing chess on other people’s boards, Cat. What is it?”
“Proof of my father’s lies,” she says flatly.
At that, I abandon my glass and grab the envelope. The moment I look inside, I have to breathe several times to keep from pinning her to the wall by her throat. “These are Carmine’s financial records.” Not just any financial records, either. They’re the statements from an encrypted Cayman Islands bank account, featuring deposits from both Rose and Dagger Holdings and Tesora International.
She gives me a solemn nod. “My father sent meaway to college to get me out of his hair. I have a feeling my degree in computer science is about to make him regret that.”
I flip through the pages, my mind spinning.
Holy shit.
This is everything we need to wipe the slate clean. No wonder the Connecticut boss has been so quiet and on-edge. Anton was right about him. But that doesn’t explain how Carmine’s daughter knows who’s after Becca or that Rose and Dagger links to my father’s Providence operation.
I narrow my eyes. “Did you know about this before my wedding night?”
She stares silently at the floor.
“I’m going to give you one chance to come completely clean. After that, your name moves into a column I promise you don’t want it in.”
