I crouch, close enough that he can feel the heat of my presence. “Not because you deserve it. Because after second thought, my uncle would love to meet you . . . He’d love to know who your source is.”
“Just fucking let me go, and I’ll tell you.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Speak.”
“He’s an Amante . . . one of your own, a cousin.”
Fuck. I don’t need him to tell me which cousin is causing shit. It’s got to be Salvatore. He’s around Matteo’s age, so a few years older than me, but I’ve never met him. After his father was killed by my uncle, Salvatore was no longer around, or so Matteo told me. Fuck. This changes everything.
“Kill him.”
“Wait—you said—” Connor cries.
“Shut up,” I yell at Connor. His eyes go wide. That’s right, buddy, you’re fucked now.
“And the news of Salvatore?” Rafe asks me.
“Let my uncle handle it. Right now, my only priority is my wife.”
I stand and turn toward the stairs. “Get that address. Now.”
Rafe already has his phone out, voice clipped and lethal as he barks instructions to track the car.
I move up the basement steps and head outside. The cold air slices into my lungs, but I welcome it. I pick up the phone and dial my cousin.
“What’s the good word?” Matteo answers.
“I found Connor.”
“Fuck.”
I walk toward my car. “Yeah, fuck is right. You aren’t going to like this. I found out who the rat is.”
“Just spit it out. You know how I feel about foreplay.”
“It’s Salvatore.”
A loud whistle cuts through the line. “No shit. Didn’t know the little bitch had it in him to betray the family.”
“Think he’ll be a problem?”
“Nah. He’s just a spoiled brat. Nothing to worry about.”
“What do you want to do about him?” I ask.
“Leave him to my father. He’ll handle it.”
“Got it. Call you later.” I hang up and get back to my own business. Finding my wife and the place to start is finding Nico.
Fucking hell.
But the more important question . . .
Who is he working for?
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