“Possibly.” Maybe he’d simply come to enjoy a cup of coffee after discussing the takedown efforts with the adjunct members of the Santos gang at the gun shop. Or perhaps my lovely guest held some importance to Santos.
“My informant did mention all the members of the first family have the same tattoo, but in different colors.” Enzo shrugged.
“First family?”
He nodded. “That’s what Dejandro calls himself and his children.”
Snorting, I’d often thought my family had one too many ancient customs. How fucking ridiculous. “Do you happen to know what this tattoo looks like?”
“A scorpion.”
I thought about Vincent. He had a very colorful scorpion on his chest. “Keep the men on high alert. If anything suspicious happens, I need to know about it. Coordinate what you’re doing with Montgomery’s men. And Enzo. We have a mole. I want him found.”
His grin returned because if there was one thing he enjoyed, it was hunting down anyone traitorous to the organization. “Happy to do so, sir.”
My guest was still watching the interaction with my man; I could feel the crackle of electricity. Unfortunately for her, a shift had occurred in our untenable relationship given the knowledge of the man I’d killed. I’d need to try to keep some sense of distance with her.
The thought bit brutally, explosive heat shooting straight to my cock.
I rarely allowed my dick to do the thinking. Doing so now could be a problem. At least shutting down emotionally was my forte. Her defiance was impressive, but during her undetermined stay with me, she’d need to obey me at all times.
“Did you find anything useful on Ms. Samuels?”
“Nothing yet, boss. I’ll work on that right now.” His expression was sheepish, every muscle tensing in his body. He knew when it was necessary to appease me. What I couldn’t afford to do was to challenge Enzo’s loyalty because I was in a shitty mood.
“Dig deep on her. I need to know everything about her no matter how insignificant it might seem.”
“Of course.”
Indiana’s snort brought me back to the moment and I tried to soften the tone of my voice and my body language. “How was the game the other night?”
He smiled warily. “A damn good one. Came down to the buzzer but they won.”
“And the cheerleader?”
His laugh wasn’t what I expected. “Nothing special after all.”
I lifted my eyes to the window once again.
Unlike the woman sitting locked away in my room. She certainly wasn’t fragile like the women I was used to, most unable to meet my gaze for longer than a few seconds. Josette not only defied me, she’d pushed every chance she had, ignoring every rule presented even at the risk of facing danger.
Or death.
What do you know, my little liar? What are you hiding from me?
She’d seen more of the man under the mask, the fleeting looks I’d gotten limited. And I certainly hadn’t seen a tattoo. However,all efforts at forcing her into remembering would fail. She didn’t surrender to violence or intimidation easily. If at all.
That much I admired about her.
“Have extra security placed on our warehouses and on Indulgence, but be careful to ensure the business isn’t interrupted at the shops, club, or restaurant. It must be business as usual.” Showing any weakness including extra security would leave Santos licking his lips.
“What if your sister asks what is going on?”
“Just tell her to call me.” If what he’d told me was true, in killing Dejandro’s son, I’d started a war. We’d maintained peace with most of our enemies over the years, including with the Italians and Russians, but the Las Riveras were as unpredictable as they were dangerous.
To incite a war, even by mistake, wasn’t in our best interest.
Things were about to get dicey and the sooner I understood the breadth of her knowledge, the better. Only at this point, it would be next to impossible to let her go.
