Ash makes a call as we hurry outside, heading toward the shed that houses the hidden entrance to the underground bunker and our weapons cache.
“You’re calling Massimo?” I ask him.
He nods. “They’ll want to know this past threat to Sophie might have resurfaced.”
And be our allies in fighting this if it actually has.
As the Don, Massimo has more than enough on his plate, especially with shit that’s gone down with the Chamber and a threat against his brother, Vito. But they’re like us; no stranger to dealing with threats on multiple fronts.
Ash remains outside to speak with Massimo while Bane, Pix, and I enter the shed and descend to the subterranean levels. Down here isn’t just the weapons bunker; there are other bunkers housing our contraband, and another large one for our shooting range.
We shove guns and extra ammo into duffel bags while I kick my ass that I didn’t insert a tracker in Leeva.
We live in a criminal world; why the hell wouldn’t my woman have a tracker?
That’s going to be the first thing I rectify as soon as this is all over. That, and officially making her my old lady and my wife.
But first, she needs to be protected, and I need to survive the vote.
Grabbing the heavy duffel bag, I hurry back up the stairs with Bane and Pix right on my heels.
When I reach the top and exit the shed into the bright sunlight, I stop dead.
Because someone whoshould notbe here stands with another man, his face mostly hidden by his jacket’s hood. The woman’s presence sets off every warning alarm in my head.
The wind whips her blonde ponytail as her cool, unreadable eyes lock on mine. But I can read the ex-CIA agent and my friend like an open book.
Len.
Len is here, risking being directly connected to a criminal entity. Which means that whatever intel she has, she didn’t want to risk sharing it via a text or phone call.
And I know I’m not going to like what she has to say.
Chapter 44
Army
ImotionforLento come into the shed with me so we can talk in private. Even though the shed isn’t out in the open area of the compound yard, and there’s no one around outside, I want to get her out of sight to limit her being connected to us as much as possible.
Ash, Bane, and Pix give us privacy and remain outside. Len walks into the small space, followed by the man with her. She eyes my bloody face and broken knuckles from my fight with Ash and Bane. She doesn't ask any questions, though, as I grab a rag off the bench and wipe my face.
I study the guy with Len, and when he removes his hood, I jolt with shock.
What theactualfuck?
Adamus Jones.
I knew from what happened with Slade and Bane that Len had a connection to him since his safe house was used, but what the hell is he doing with her?
Jones is an arms dealer, but a hard one to track down, and he’s extremely selective about who he works with—Vito Santoro is the only one from California I’m aware of. He pops up periodically with dark tales attached to his name. The man is also a bit of a psycho when it comes to blowing things up.
“What’s going on?” I demand, tossing the rag back on the bench and face Len, ready to hear why the hell she risked coming here.
“Guerilla,” she says simply.
“He showed up here today,” I grit. “Not even a ping on our radar to alert us, and our surveillance cameras glitched right as he arrived.”
“That’s why I’m here.” A crack of concern pokes through Len’s stoic mask. “He’s well-connected, and his contacts have top-tier tech,” she says, confirming what we already knew.
