“You seem defensive of Agent Ricci.”
Fuck. “No. I’m stating fact. A man took Rocco.”
“Maybe she’s working with him. He takes Rocco. She saves him. Didn’t she try to get Elena to leave the family? Maybe it was part of a plan to turn Elena away from the family.” Roman’s eyes are narrow like he’s trying to see into my soul. “We’ve been caught with our asses out too many times the last four years because we keep thinking they’re operating within the law or that it’s a rogue agent.”
“Roman’s right. We need to treat them like we’d treat any rival family,” Luca says.
“I thought you were ‘turning the tables’ on her,” Marco says using air quotes.
“It’s not like I can make her spill her secrets,” I snap, feeling like such an idiot. I fucking feel betrayed. A sure sign I’m in too deep with Olivia Ricci. “I’ll deal with it.”
“And if you can’t?” Roman asks, his arms crossed in his position standing behind Marco.
I meet his gaze steadily. "Then we'll need to consider other options." The words burn my mouth. Is she part of this?
I rise from my place at the table, for the first time feeling like my world has tilted off its axis.
But a cold determination settles over me. "I’ll do whatever is necessary.” The idea of killing Olivia makes me sick. But this isn't just business anymore. This is personal.
Family is everything. And someone is going to pay.
I drive toward Olivia's apartment. The rational part of my brain screams this is a mistake.
Olivia is exactly the woman I’ve come to know. True to her badge.
A believer in justice but served within the confines of the law.
But I can’t ignore what Roman found or that Olivia, either on purpose or inadvertently, was used in a scheme to kidnap Rocco.
Was it to scare us?
Was it to make Elena want to leave the family and use her for information against us?
The elevator ride to Olivia’s floor gives me time to wrestle my emotions into submission. I can't let the way she makes me feel cloud my judgment. Not tonight. Not with so much at stake.
She opens the door wearing sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. Even like this, she's beautiful in a way that makes me yearn. I push the feeling away.
"We need to talk." I move past her into the apartment without waiting for an invitation.
"Dom, what are you?—"
“What sort of game are you playing at, Agent Ricci?” I growl.
Her eyes widen. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“It’s bad enough that you’ve put an agent at my docks, but it turns out you’re involved in Rocco’s kidnapping.” For a moment, I want to hurt her. To make her feel the pain I’m feeling right now. But the truth is, my pain is because I was an idiot to fall for her.
Her expression morphs into indignation. “I’d never?—”
“It was your vehicle, Olivia.” I stalk toward her. It must make her uneasy because she backs up until she hits the wall. I crowd her in.
“I picked him up…when I got the call…you know that.” Her eyes dart toward her living area where I imagine her gun is.
I shake my head. “It was your car at the Winter Festival. What did you do, lend it to someone? Blackwood maybe.”
I have to hand it to her, the confusion on her face looks real.
“No.”
