“Jesus Christ.” Jake’s growling voice tickled her ear.
“Any ideas on how to unfuck this, Boss?”
Derek’s question would’ve made her smile if she thought there was actually a waytounfuck it.
“Keep them talking, Mac,” Jake ordered.
What do you think I’ve been trying to do?
As it stood, she and Coop were being held by three tangos with no feasible way for the team to get in or out besides the front door. Even if they found an accessible window somewhere, they ran the risk of spooking the men holding them captive. As far as hostage situations went, this one was an HRT nightmare.
Ignoring the team’s murmurs in her ear, Mac continued talking to Henry. “You’re obviously in bed with my uncle, so what’s the plan? Kill us and split the money?”
“Sounds about right,” her uncle answered for him.
“Actually.” Henry looked at Tony. “There’s been a change in plans.”
Her uncle’s head whipped around. “What change?”
“This one.”
Before anyone knew what was happening, Henry pulled a gun from his pocket and aimed it at his long-time friend and client.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Her uncle seethed.
“The same thing you were planning to do to me.”
“You’re outta your goddamn mind.”
“Am I?” Henry took a step closer. “You forget, I know you, Tony. I know how you think. I know how you feel. And I know you despise having to share what’s yours.”
“You’re wrong.” The man who’d once ruled a mafia empire shook his head. “I was going to share the money. With you. That was the deal.”
“Well I’m changing the deal.”
“You son of a bitch!” Tony took a step forward, stopping when Henry’s finger slid to the trigger. “After all I’ve done for you!”
“All you’ve done forme?What about all I’ve done foryou?I put my ass on the line, day after day for thirty fucking years. And what do I get in return? A knife in my goddamn back!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Luca told me everything!” Henry yelled. His face reddened with anger, a fine sheen of sweat covering his balding head. “You offered him money to take me out.”
“I never—”
“You know as well as I do Luca was a shitty fucking liar. That’s how I knew he was telling me the truth about you. He knew you were a has-been. Washed up and wanted by the feds. So he and I made a side-deal. Help you fake your death, get this money from your niece, kill you, and split it between the two of us.”
“If that’s true, why did you kill Luca?” Mac had to know. She needed to get as many pieces to this puzzle of insanity as she could.
Henry looked back over at her and smiled. “Turns out your uncle and I have a lot more in common than he thought.”
“Yeah?” Tony glared at the other man. “What’s that?”
With a cold, emotionless expression, Henry met Tony’s gaze. “I don’t like to share.” He pulled the trigger.
Jake and the others filled Mac’s ear at once, each of them demanding to know what happened and if she was okay. She was too busy watching her uncle fall to the floor to answer.
Landing on his back in front of her, Anthony Moretti lay dead at her feet. A thin rivulet of blood seeping from the newly formed hole in the middle of his forehead.
