"How the hell do you even know this? Any of it?"
Enzo shrugs. "You said so yourself, my hacking skills are impeccable. Just trust me that I'm telling you the truth."
It is so surreal that I roll my eyes. "I'm not sure I said impeccable?—"
"It was implied. The point is you now know everything I know."
"I'm not sure I believe you."
"Maybe not. Be that as it may, I am telling you the truth." He shuts down his computer and closes it, then gets to his feet.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"I have to call my father. He's going to have a fit when he learns this happened."
I almost ask him if maybe his father was behind it, but even if Lyndall's spot on about how her father feels, the man loves Enzo. I always knew that, saw that.
"What—" I stop.
"What?" he asks.
And I wince, shaking my head.
I almost spilled Lyndall's beans, and they are not mine to spill. Plus, I promised her not to tell Enzo.
And now he is studying me a little too closely. "Out with it. What are you hiding?"
"Nothing, just remembered some girl talk with your sister."
His eyes narrow. "If you're hiding something, I will find out what it is. From my father, because she ran away for a reason. You stay here. I'm calling."
Shit.
Chapter Thirty-Four
ENZO
"I told you earlier,Dad, she's safe."
My line has bounced around the world, so if someone is good at tech, it's going to be hard to follow me. This kind of shit is impossible for most, and almost impossible for me. It would take time.
And everyone who is as good, or close to being as good, is in the Syndicate.
Go figure.
Dad is erupting with nonsense fueled by anger, and I mostly tune it out. He does this shit a lot when he doesn't get his way.
Fuck, call it a tantrum, mafia-style.
Earlier, I texted him and then let his texts pile up. Of course, I was a little busy after I let him know Lyndall was with me to read them.
What with eyeing off Lola, Lyndall being the latest runaway of her generation, killing the two goons, and then making sure Silas was Simon, this is the first chance I get to call him.
"Finished?" I ask.
"No. I have just started. I'm coming to get her?—"
"We're no longer at my place."
