Cassio stared at their companion, wondering if he felt guilt for his actions. He didn't think he could go against his family. With his brother terminally ill, it was up to him to look after the clan. Now, Cassio was protecting his brother from all who would use his illness as the perfect time to strike their family. As much as he trusted Antonio, not even he knew that Dominico wasn't just working from Italy but bedridden for the rest of his life. Dominico taught him to protect everyone in the family, from the top to the lowest soldier, so they would never think to betray them.
It was evident the Romanos did not have the same ideals since the man in front of him portrayed no remorse. When he first came to them, he’d said he wanted to take down the Romano clan, or to be more specific, Moor. When they asked why, their companion asked that his reasons remain personal.
His answer only made Cassio and Greco suspicious since they knew how dedicated he was to the family. They had given him a test to bring back information on what the Romano clan was up to. When he came back with what they wanted, they decided to help him. That was a year ago, and so far, their cooperation had borne much fruit.
"Another thing," Greco said. "For your information on the Kurohue, we'll give you the resources you need for your next plan to take Moor out."
"Thank you, but I'll wait to take those resources."
"Why, are you giving up?"
"Hell no, but for now, I'll shift my focus from him to someone else," the man said.
"Dare we ask who?" he said.
Their companion smiled. "Pay attention to the news in the coming weeks, and you'll get your answer. Until then, good night."
They watched him leave before Cassio spoke. "When can we kill him?"
"Once he gives us what we want," Greco responded. "Back in the day, I had high hopes for Alessandro, but he lost my respect when he adopted that little thug and announced he'd be the next successor," Greco snarled. "How dare he ruin a tradition of only our kind sitting at the head of the family?"
"Is that why you agreed to give resources to the little rat?"
"Yes," Greco said, standing. "What about you?"
He stared at his boss for a few seconds. "Honestly, I don't care about all that shit; I simply hate Moor and want to see the cocky bastard on his knees, begging me to spare his life before I kill him."
Greco smiled. "Come to my bed tonight."
"I should update my brother on what's going on."
"Do it tomorrow tonight. I need to be inside of you," Greco said.
Cassio smirked. Greco was a good-looking and fit man, even in his fifties. They had been on-and-off-again lovers since he started working for the Greco clan. Cassio didn't deny that he enjoyed going to bed with Greco but wanted to sink deep into someone younger tonight. Or maybe he could imagine it. "What of your wife?"
Greco leaned down and kissed him. "Remember the rule. Never mention Phillipa when it's just us."
Greco captured his mouth before he could say anything else.
"Isthis all the information you could dig up on Doctor Ellington?" Jackson Durrant asked.
"I wouldn't be here if it weren't," Othello snapped, annoyed that he left the comfort of his bed with Des wrapped around him not only to go to work but to meet with the asshat sitting across from him. For the past couple of days, he had put everything on hold to spend time with his new lover. He'd forgotten what it was like to wake up with someone in his arms, and for the past two days, it was a dream. He couldn't wait to end his day to see his lover.
"I see a lot of things here about Ellington, but nothing about his wife and son."
"Because there's nothing to see," Othello sighed.
"There's got to be something," Durrant said. "Nobody is clean. He's got to have something in his closet."
"Yes, he does," Othello said, leaning close. "Me." He ignored the surprised expression that crossed Durrant’s face. "If I hearyou're looking into his background, or you let the dogs sniff in his direction, I will come for you. "
"I—I—I mean, I didn't. I wouldn't—" he stuttered.
Othello stood along with his men, who came with him. He fixed his jacket with his eyes on Durrant. "Don't be too quick to use what I gave you. Let the information out slowly, then let everything explode at the right time."
"I know how to do my job," Durrant snapped.
"I hope you do, because if you don't heed my warning…"
