The room feels too small. Too hot.
"That's your problem to solve," I say, keeping my voice even. "Not mine."
"You're not concerned? If they take us down, you're next. The Marinis and Neros are allied through your marriage. An attack on us is an attack on you."
"Then I suggest you figure out who your traitor is before that happens."
"I'm trying." He runs a hand through his hair. "But the timing... the pattern changed about three weeks ago. The attacksgot more targeted. More personal. Like someone with intimate knowledge of our operations."
Three weeks ago.
Right after I ended things with Gemma.
Right after I told her to stop.
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying someone close to the family is involved. Someone we trust." His eyes narrow. "And I need to know if you have any information that could help."
I think about Alexei at the club. The way he knew about our operations. How he'd said someone had "run to tell him" about what Gemma and I were doing.
I'd assumed it was one of my men. A leak in my organization.
But what if it wasn't?
"I don't have anything for you," I say.
"Really? Because word is Alexei approached you at a club a few weeks back. Made you some kind of offer."
Fucking gossip network in this city.
"He did. I told him to fuck off."
"And? What did he want?"
"Intel on you. In exchange for backing when Antonio dies." I meet his eyes. "I refused."
Adrian studies me for a long moment. "I want to believe you."
"I don't care what you believe."
"Really? Because if the Marinis and Morozovs are working together?—"
"We're not." I move closer, voice dropping. "Let me be very clear, Adrian. I don't like you. I don't like being tied to your family. But we made a deal. And unlike some people, I keep my word."
He doesn't back down. "Then help me find who's doing this. Because right now, everyone's a suspect. Including people in your house."
"Careful."
"I'm just being honest. The leak started right after your marriage to my sister. Someone with access to both families. Someone who knows both our operations." He pauses. "Makes me wonder what your wife knows."
Every muscle in my body goes taut. "Get out."
"I'm not accusing anyone?—"
"Yes, you are. And you're about two seconds away from me breaking your jaw." I gesture to the door. "Get the fuck out of my house. My uncle is dying, and I don't have time for your paranoia."
He stares at me for a long moment. Then nods. "Give Gemma my best."
