I roll my eyes as my phone buzzes. "We need to brush up on insults."
Then I read the text.
Silas
On my way to you.
"More like he'll fuck with us if we do this wrong."
I close my eyes for a moment, a wave of exhaustion coming over me that's got nothing to do with the amount of sleep I'm getting. "We need to know if Vincent has Dom or if he is helping him. Because this is our only fucking lead."
"Everything else is turning into a dead end. But we can't go into his mansion. That's an act of war."
"We need to work out the best time to go in there and search. Or take down Amalfi..."
"I know you're fucking ignoring my last statement, asswipe, but bro..." Cade puts his glasses on. "We'll go through the footage and see when it's best to go in."
Storming the castle is idiotic. I know that. Cade knows it. And Silas knows it.
Cade, at least, is helping me try to work out how to get in with the least amount of bloodshed.
Silas helps himself to a drink. "You got some suits here, Cade?"
"A couple. Two I borrowed from Mr. Fucking Clothes Horse here."
I roll my eyes. "Great. And you don't return them. Why the fuck do you want a suit? You're a scumbag, man, can't really dress you up to be pretty like me."
Silas breathes out heavily. "Stupidity is thick in the air in here today. I think after hearing everything and seeing people come and go at Amalfi's mansion, it's going to be impossible to do an on-the-fly, under-the-radar break-in."
I fold my arms. "Okay, Sherlock. What do you suggest?"
"We ambush him on his daily business, which includes an exclusive gentleman's club. This one just happens to havescantily clad women, and he's going there today for a meeting."
"What club?" Cade asks.
I grin. "Lace?"
He snaps his fingers and points at me. "Ding, ding, ding."
Lace belongs to a group of places Dad owns under the radar, in other names, to launder money and turn a profit legitimately. I never go there, but I know it doesn't usually open until later. Unless, of course, someone wants a private meeting for a private deal.
"That's a silent Marino place." Cade's fingers fly over the keyboard. Then he looks up. "It's us. He's meeting us."
Silas smirks. "No. He's meeting the 'Merriwether Group' and the 'Trotski family heads'. They run both legit and organized crime rings in Europe, an area Dom is interested in breaking into with gusto."
I grin. "So... An ambush."
Silas nods. "An ambush."
Amalfi isn't someone I've dealt with. It's possible he's hired the Syndicate before. Depending on the job, sometimes it's better not to nose around too much. Other times, it very much is.
But one thing is for certain, he's enjoying the drinks, the conversation with Cade and Silas. And the girl who shoves her breasts in his face and lets him feel her up is an added bonus.
I walk out.
The look on his face is immediate recognition.
We don't know each other, but it's clear he hates all of my family, including me.
