We head back to Cade's to monitor the man's movements.
Cade managed to bug his phone and copy all the data on it. Technology is a beautiful thing when you know how to use all the cutting-edge hacking tools.
We'll be able to track him and, hopefully, get details about Dom.
Cade looks at me. "It'll take a bit, but once we can track his movements, we should be able to pinpoint Dom. And you didn't really mean you wanted totalkto him, right?"
"No. The man's currently the walking dead and doesn't know it. No one threatens Lola, and no one touches my sister." Sister. Even if she is not my blood.
A different sort of fury sweeps over me.
And I need to get home, figure out what to say to Dad. "The moment we have anything, we move. But I need to deal with Dad."
Cade shakes his head. "Shit. Good luck with that."
I head out and try to call Dad.
He doesn't pick up.
And the buzzing anger builds.
Not at him for the affair, but for hiding it. Because before, I figured he might not know, but he does. And things make fucking sense now.
The way he treats Lyndall, all of it.
I get off the subway and try him again, making short work of getting home.
There's a familiar sleek black car on the street, one Dad favors.
I narrow my eyes and head up through the gate.
And there's the motherfucker himself, about to knock.
"Father."
His eyes narrow. "Open the fucking door, or I'll take all my men back and leave you without anyone to protect your precious?—"
"Sister? You don't care, do you?"
Dad gives me a hard look. "I meant Lourdes Mancini."
I stalk up the stairs and brush by him, opening the door.
He knows that his men just obeyed me and not him by not opening the door, and it makes his step jerkier, more infused with ire.
He rounds on me the moment we get in. "What the fuck have you done, Enzo?"
"Me?"
He jabs a finger in the air in front of my face. "You. I just heard from one of Vincent Amalfi's people. Your actions haveconsequences, and he just declared war on us. All over a piece of fucking ass you can't stop banging."
"You know nothing. Nothing at all." He's insulting the mother of my baby. And I won't fucking have it.
"You're risking everything for fucking Lourdes Mancini of all people."
"Well, maybe if you admitted the fucking truth—truth I've suspected for a while now—things would be better."
"And what truth is that, Enzo?" Dad shouts back at me. "That you're an idiot?"
