Silas snorts. "Cade, your metaphor needs work. But, Enzo, sounds like he's right."
I stare at my phone, finger hovering over a number. "Fuck. We know I can't let him kill this teen, even if the teen is eighteen and has unholy thoughts about Lyndall."
"I thought you said that Lola said nothing happened," Silas says sweetly.
"No, I said Lyndall told her that. She just believed her." I tap my foot.
Cade nods. "And you?"
"Look, let's just get the kid. And if I don't believe him, I'll kill him myself."
Cade tilts his head. "Fast?"
"Yes, fast." Irritation itches under my skin and makes it hard for my thoughts to settle.
I should get Silas to investigate this Luke?—
I point at Silas. "My father doesn't know you."
"Good. I like that about me."
"Great. You're the broker. The man who can make this happen. Keep me out of this by name to Dad?—"
"Fuck, no."
I grin. "Fuck, yes. I'm going to call in some favors, andthen we're coming up with an offer my father won't be able to refuse."
Buying Luke Carlo isn't exactly my idea of a good time or of fun, especially if this guy even thought about kissing my sister.
Lyndall's too young. And I'd like a round or two about age, etiquette, and the distance between this Luke and Lyndall that's appropriate. I'm thinking a football field...
I'm not thrilled by this whole thing, but I did promise Lola she could come to me for anything and that I'd help.
And I'm keeping that promise.
It's helping Lyndall, and it's helping heal the breach of trust between me and Lola.
Of course, I'm aware we won't be able to keep the real truth about who is behind buying Luke from my father forever, but when he finds out, he won't be able to do a fucking thing. And that anger he will uncover when he finds out is an added bonus, too.
Our plan is in place.
Make it seem the kid is from a very rich, very secretive foreign family that wants him back. They will pay Dad for doing what they were planning to do, and Luke's father thanks him for teaching his wayward son a lesson.
Cade sighs. "I think the story's a little on the nose."
I shrug. "Maybe, for some. With my dad? I think it's perfect."
As for Silas, the ass can't keep his fucking mouth shut. "You know, I don't think it matters either way. I'm the one stepping in front of the freaking mobster."
Cade narrows his eyes at him. "You deal with them, and worse, all the time. I can't do it because Mario knows me."
Silas points at me. "This is your fault."
"My fault? You're the one who decided to help her out behind my back."
Silas laughs, shaking his head. "You're the dickwad who couldn't keep it in his pants with Lola and decided to spy on her in the first place."
"That has nothing to do with this." I roll my eyes, knowing he might have a point.
