Enzo gave him a soft look. “If your brother paid off the prosecutor, maybe he could make it all go away with a phone call. That would be the ideal scenario. Do you think you can make him do that?”
Shiloh shook his head. “He enjoys using Mal’s imprisonment to punish me too much. I don’t know if he’ll ever let him out. I think part of him worries Malachi will retaliate.”
Enzo scoffed. “I would.” He went back to tossing and catching his tennis ball. “What about torture?”
Seven snorted just as Shiloh gasped. “What?”
Enzo cut his eyes to Seven, silencing him with a single stern look.
To Shiloh, he said, “Maybe we could torture him into calling the prosecutor and telling them to pull the plug on the operation. It would be the quickest route.”
“You’re…a defense attorney?” Shiloh asked hesitantly.
Lorenzo gave Shiloh another of those terrifying smiles. “I’m a problem solver with a law degree. People pay me a lot of money to make their problems go away. If I can do that quickly and quietly using the law, then I will. But if there’s a shorter, more efficient way to get from point A to point B, then I’m not abovetaking a machete to whatever’s in my way to dig that new path out.”
Shiloh blinked twice before saying, “I don’t know if torture will work. Micah might endure anything if it meant hurting Mal and me in the process.”
“Boo,” Enzo deadpanned. “Oh, well. I suppose we’ll have to go about this the legal way.”
Levi flinched. “Doesn’t the legal way take longer?”
Enzo sighed. “Alas, yes. But hey, at least I’m putting all this legal know-how to good use.”
“So, we’re going to do this by the book?” Shiloh asked.
“By the book?” Enzo repeated, looking confused.
“Yeah, legally,” Shiloh said.
Enzo frowned. “You mean a hundred percent legally?” When Shiloh nodded, he scoffed. “Oh, God, no. No, no, my sweet summer Shiloh. Being a good attorney means using every tool in your arsenal. Even if some of those tools were bought on the black market.”
Shiloh sat back, pondering Enzo’s words. Levi had no idea what to think about Enzo. If Thomas Mulvaney trusted him, shouldn’t Levi? He already seemed to know so much. About them. Their operation. About Seven’s dad. About the Mulvaneys. But how? Was Enzo so familiar with their city’s seedy criminal element because he was a defense lawyer or because he was a criminal himself?
Maybe both. It definitely seemed like both.
“What’s the soonest Malachi could be out?” Shiloh asked.
“If I do things the legal way, a week?” Enzo said. “If I grease a few wheels, tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Shiloh gasped. His face suddenly fell. “What happens if Micah finds out that Mal is out of jail?” He turned to Levi. “If he thinks he’s lost his leverage over me then he mightcome after you. Or Jericho.” His hand went to his mouth. “Or Jericho’s kids.”
Levi ran his hand over Shiloh’s head. “Let us worry about Micah. I know you think he’s this larger-than-life, impossible to kill, horror movie villain like Jason or Michael Myers, but he’s just a low-rent criminal with a mean streak. If he tries to go up against us, he’s going to lose.”
Shiloh shook his head. “You don’t know that. He’s smart. Scary smart.”
Levi shrugged. “If he’s smart, he’ll be patient, bide his time. If he comes at us full force, he’s going to get smacked right back to his own neighborhood.”
Shiloh’s agitation just seemed to grow. “It’s not just him. He has a whole crew. And yeah, they’re idiots, but they’re mean. They don’t care who they hurt.”
“We have a crew, too, Dimples,” Levi assured him.
“Who? The guys I met last night? No offense, but Micah has triple that on his payroll.”
Levi shook his head. “If we go to war with Micah, we’re not going in alone.”
Shiloh looked from him to Seven, then to Enzo, who shrugged.
“What does that mean?” Shiloh asked Levi, shaking his head.
