My stomach turns, not because of the words, but because of how casually they sit in his mouth.
Rafe keeps going, voice careful. “We’ve also got the name of the guy who’s acting as the bridge between Gallagher and Doyle. If we pick him up, we can squeeze him for more details. Maybe we can find out where he lives. Hit him where it really hurts.”
Lorenzo’s gaze doesn’t leave my face. “Good. Get me everything before we act.”
Rafe’s mouth twitches like he wants to smile. “On it.”
Lorenzo’s eyes narrow slightly. “Also, once you grab him, I want to question him.”
Rafe nods once, then hesitates. “That could be a problem.”
“How so?” Lorenzo tips his head back.
Rafe gestures with the papers. “If we move on him tonight, we risk drawing attention.”
Lorenzo’s laugh is quiet. “Attention from who? Let them find out. I have zero fucks to give.”
“Good to know. And your uncle?”
At the mention of his uncle, Lorenzo’s back stiffens. I can’t figure that one out. From what I’ve heard, he loves his cousin, but for some reason, he’s scared of his uncle.
“I’ll handle it,” he answers.
Rafe nods quickly, relief flickering. “Got it.”
I step forward, anger rushing up like a wave I can’t stop. “What does that even mean?”
Lorenzo’s eyes slide back to me, expression bland. “It means you’re about to go upstairs.”
“No,” I snap, voice cracking with a fury I refuse to apologize for. “I want to know what’s going to happen. I’m sick of you hiding things.”
Lorenzo’s mouth curves. “No can do. Now go to bed.”
“No can do,” I parrot.
Rafe laughs.
Lorenzo doesn’t.
“Listen.” He lifts his finger to catch a loose strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ear. My heart rattles in my chest at how tender his touch is. “You’re not part of this.”
I slap his hand away, my palm stinging from the contact. “I’m part of whatever you dragged me into.”
His eyes flash with irritation, something darker under it.Heat?
“You’re part of what happens in this house,” he corrects, voice sharpening. “Not what happens out there.”
“Why?” I demand, breath shaking. “Because you don’t trust me? Because you think I’ll run?”
His gaze holds mine, unblinking. “Because if you know too much, you become leverage.”
My throat tightens.
Rafe clears his throat, shifting like he’s trying to remind Lorenzo there are witnesses. “We should go.”
Lorenzo’s eyes flick toward Rafe. “Get the car.”
Rafe doesn’t argue. He just turns and leaves with the brisk efficiency of a man used to taking orders.
