"I'd make her."
"Uh huh. So, you'd tell her to do what you say, when she hasn't seen you in years?"
I fucking hate when Cade becomes the voice of reason. "I could have made her change her identity and?—"
"Best case scenario, you two are super close, and she will still throw it in your face. That is a big ask for a faceless danger."
But Cade is wrong in some of that. It is not faceless. The thing is, she has been through so much that making things worse wasn't on my to-do list.
Besides, Lola probably would have told me to go to hell.
"Maybe you're right. Look, Lyndall and I will be there soon if you want to entice your wife over."
"Deal. Vi loves Lyndall."
He hangs up, and I start setting up round-the-clock security so Lola is protected and I can keep an eye on her, but I also make it clear they are to be invisible to her. She can't know she is being watched.
And then I arrange for cameras to be installed in her apartment tomorrow while she is at work. I want the door watched, and the windows, and I want sensors, too.
Someone knocks on the window, and my sister is there, grinning, her violin case in hand and her jeans and hoodie all in black. Her blonde hair is more dark honey and is a mess. Some teens wear loads of makeup and have edgy hair.
Lyndall doesn't.
I know part of it is the strict code of her hated school, but it is also her. The violin is everything, and she is a kidwho cares about the music and being here with me in New York.
I shift over and throw open the door, closing my computer as I scoot over. She throws her bag onto me and hugs the violin case as she settles.
"That was awesome. So much better than at the school."
"Speaking of, you have to go back tomorrow."
"But I don't want to, Enzo. I hate it."
"The semester break is almost here, kid."
"But—"
"Don't argue." I smile at her. "Because guess who is coming to dinner?"
"Cade?"
"And?"
Her eyes widen.
Cade used to be light and joy to her, but she met Vi and ended up loving her just as much, especially as Vi is firmly on her side.
She starts to blather on about the difficulties of Mozart and how she is looking forward to some Rachmaninov, and I tune out. Mostly because I have no idea about any of it.
But my worry still eats at the pit of my stomach.
I need to figure out what Dom wanted the information on the employees for...who wants the information on Lola.
He isn't the only one who looked at them, Louie said he requested copies of those listed.
I need to figure it out, and fast, if the information was for Dom, or someone else.
And if it is someone else...
