I don’t trust myself to do what needs to be done with Noah, and I’m in no mood to face the man who has caused problems since I laid eyes on him.
“You’ll take over for Katia until she’s done,” I tell Carlisle. “I want eyes on London at all times.”
“I can assign one of the other men—”
I step out from behind the desk, cross over to Carlisle in a few strides, and pin him against the nearest wall. Fury radiates off me in waves. “I didn’t fucking ask for anyone else. You will do as you’re told.”
Carlisle avoids my eyes. “Yes, sir.”
“Make sure there are eyes and ears on Oliver and Olivia, too.” I release him. “It appears we have another traitor in our midst.”
Carlisle’s fingers move to his throat, and he swallows. “How do you want me to handle this?”
“I’ll handle it myself.” I turn my back on him and step back behind the desk. “When I find out who it is, they’ll beg for death.”
Then, I dismiss Carlisle, who runs into Elise on his way out.
She does a double-take when she sees the look on my face before lifting her hand to rap and adopting a careful expression. Elise clears her throat and steps in, the light glinting off her dark hair, with not a single wrinkle in her expensive suit.
“I wasn’t aware we were meeting today.”
Elise stops on the other side of the desk to study me. “We were supposed to meet to discuss engagement preparations, but imagine my surprise when I heard the rumors about my father.”
Shit.
In all the excitement, I’d almost forgotten I have him under guard in a guest wing.
“Elise—”
“What the hell are you doing?” Elise steps forward, her eyes bright with fury. “We have an agreement. We provided you with men, and this is how you repay us?”
I pour myself a drink without taking my eyes off her. “Your father is playing me for a fool.”
Elise scowls. “You and I both know he’s not stupid enough to cross you.”
I lift the glass to my lips and study her. “Not even for the right price?”
Elise leans against the desk and levels me with a look. “Let him go.”
“Not until I’m sure he wasn’t involved.”
Elise bristles. “Let him go, or I’ll—”
I set my glass down. “Or you’ll what? I don’t think your dad would approve of all your secret meetings with the mob bosses.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I scoff. “You’re not as careful as you thought.”
“Mason—”
“Still, I imagine he could forgive a power move if it worked,” I continue, in harder voice. “What I imagine will be harder to forgive is your relationship with his enemy’s son.”
Some of the color drains from Elise’s face.
She opens and closes her mouth several times then straightens her back. “What do you want?”
“I have to admit, I was impressed that you’ve managed to keep it hidden,” I continue, in the same even tone of voice. “Your father might be willing to forgive you. Your allies, on the other hand…it would be a shame if the information fell into the wrong hands.”
