“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. A woman went missing.”
His mouth opens and then closes.
I crouch again, fingers closing around his chin, forcing his face toward mine. “You know something, just speak, and I won’t give you to my uncle.”
That makes him swallow. “Fine,” he breathes out. “One of my men saw something. While we were following you, one of my men hung back to see who the woman was and if we could use her.”
My hand tightens around the handle of my knife. It takes everything inside me to stop my need to slash his throat and let him finish. “Go on,” I grit through clenched teeth.
“The man I placed to watch her saw a man drive her out of her parents’ house. We followed.”
My voice stays even. “Nico isn’t working for you?”
The man lets out a shaky laugh. “No.”
“He’s not the one feeding you intel on my uncle’s business?”
“Correct again,” the smug bastard responds.
I narrow my gaze. “But he’s working for someone?”
He hesitates, then nods.
My fingers tighten on his jaw. “How do you know?”
He swallows hard. “Because he met with someone after. At the cottage.”
A chill slides under my skin.
“Let me get this straight. You’re telling me you followed Nico and watched him hand her off?”
“Yeah.”
I stare at him. “Where?”
He trembles. “I don’t know the address.”
I laugh softly. “Of course you don’t.”
I step behind him and tip the chair forward hard. He crashes face-first into the concrete with a strangled grunt. Blood gushes from his now broken nose.
I crouch beside him, knife flat against the back of his neck.
“Try again,” I whisper. “And this time, don’t make me regret being patient.”
He makes one ugly sob.
“Speak.”
He swallows. “He took her north. A cottage. The tracker on my guy’s car will have the location.”
My heart pounds heavy and violent.
Rafe’s voice turns sharp. “That enough for you?”
I look over at Rafe and nod, then glance back down at Connor. “You’re going to live . . . for now.” I decide, voice flat.
His eyes fly open, hope flaring stupidly.
