I shrug, deep into hacking some of Dom's business fronts to try to get to the real Dom, to find some secrets I can use, evidence he is the one I'm looking for.
Something about this is beyond mafia business andrevenge. It smells like revenge in a way, but not the regular kind.
I keep that to myself because it is not anything more than an instinct, a sense I have.
I could be wrong.
I have been wrong before.
But...
My father has more to gain by crushing Lola if I boiled it down to revenge, money, and taking back what is his, any way he can.
But I don't think it is.
My father would throw Lola under a bus if he could and hand her over if it made sense to him. But I don't think it is him.
It doesn't feel like how he does business. And Lola is nothing but a dead man's daughter, a man he hated. Or better yet, a man he grew to hate.
She is the epitome of her father to mine, but hurt her? I can't see it.
To him, her floundering, drowning, and him not lifting a finger is the revenge he enjoys.
Dom?
I don't know him.
But I know what he is like, and I know his family enough to know Gino doesn't do business with them. Nor does my father.
At least, Dad didn't in the past.
I blow out a breath. "A shark masquerading as a goldfish in a small pond."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
I shrug. "Finance man on the outside who did a lot of fund management and moving for the mafia and rich businessmen. The group was small, but I'm thinking he played in a bigger patch than he let on."
He nods. "Is that why the FBI went after him?"
"They tried when he was alive, but he killed himself before they closed in. I only know this part through the whispers."
"And Dom?"
"He's the kingpin, the Don of the Rebecci family."
"And they did business." It's a statement, not a question.
"He was a finance man, he did money for a lot of people. If Emilio ripped Dom off, I think we would have found pieces of him in the Hudson." I frown, taking a sip of the energy drink as I gaze at the information on the screen in front of me. "We have also found nothing like that."
"You and Cade?"
"No, me and the fucking Easter Bunny."
He snorts a laugh. "No need to get frustrated."
"We have been over this shit, we have deep-dived into everything we can open. If there's more, it is offline or locked away behind some kind of firewall we can't hack."
"Could be we need to get in there physically."
