As far as I could tell, based on my own investigations and what the Rossis told me, the sting was for nothing more than to capture the leaders who were loosely wanted for other crimes.
And as far as I could tell, we would never know where the fucking leak had come from. Who had listened in to know that meeting was scheduled and where.
I maintained innocence. I couldn’t see how the intel about that meeting had come from my end.
The Rossis also insisted no moles or spies were operating under their noses. They refused to acknowledge a leak on their side of it. What made it worse was that the Rossis were aware of how I’d recently been searching for a mole. Telling them that I’d caught them, both Emilio Ricci and Yusef, seemed to placate them, but I was glad that they didn’t come right out and accuse me of setting them up or anything.
“Fucking Giovanni’s gotta be behind it,” one of the Rossi reps told me this morning.
I nodded along. “Giovanni’s been fucking with us, too.”
The Rossis’ dislike of the other Italians made it easier for me to want to align with them, but until we could both figure out where the details of that meeting had been leaked from, we’d be tense.
Finally, once the lawyers were done updating me, I could go. Instead of going home, I checked in on the crew that Sergei supervised. Although they’d hit Niko Popov’s men hard a few months ago, there were lingering concerns that surviving members of our rival would regroup and regather.
Speaking with the spies on the street who were watching out for Popov activity, I got in the car and had the driver take me home.
Oleg was in the foyer when I arrived. He was often around, but I had been hoping to see Sofia before visiting Sergei to fill him in on what was happening in his corner of the city.
“A word,” Oleg said, indicating for me to head to my office with him.
I bit back a groan.No more. Nothing else.Talking with him would take up the time I could be spending with Sofia.
We entered my office and I sat. Once more, I rubbed my face and loathed the headache that was adding tension at my temples.
“I’ve uncovered evidence of someone spying in your household.”
I lowered my hands and narrowed my eyes at him. “Myhousehold?” I smirked. “That’s a fancy fucking way of referring to my building. It’s just me. And Sofia.”
He nodded, stone-faced and serious. “Your father asked George to double-check all the guards patrolling. He also had him do a run for bugs. To track all the devices in use.”
And he didn’t bother to tellmeabout it first?
I bit back the growl of annoyance.
My father was the boss. If he wanted to doubt everyone and check them all, he had every right to do so. But it stung. My father and I were close. Sure, we had drifted a little with his prioritizing Anya’s return, then Claire turning his life upside down, and then welcoming a baby to the family. We’d drifted even more once I found Sofia in my building and started an affair with her.
Still, we were close. If he didn’t trust me or how I did something, he should’ve told me directly.
I hated the chance that he could be second-guessing my worth and loyalty.
“And?” I asked.
Oleg was pissing me off with how skeptical he was of Sofia, but he wasn’t a liar. He didn’t do drama or stir the pot for the hell of it. He was practical and direct, always.
“And something is pinging on this floor.” Oleg cleared his throat. “It wasn’t a clear signal, so he’ll have a better tracker come through tonight.”
I gritted my teeth. “I can trust her.”
He didn’t react, staying as still as possible.
“I trust Sofia,” I emphasized. He had to be thinking of her, that she’d be spying. She was the only anomaly in the building.
“Suit yourself,” he replied wryly. “I didn’t mention her. I am only relaying the facts to you.”
I growled and slammed my fist on the desk. I could actually do that now since Sofia had organized this room so well and the surface was no longer hopelessly cluttered.
“But you think it’s her,” I said.
