His grin widens. “The timing of deposits aligns exactly with the intelligence incidents across your family and the Delaneys. And there are transfers out that match the timing of the shell company moves."
"It's someone close to our organization," I say.
"I think so. I haven't found anyone who could be a suspect."
"But you have a shortlist?"
"I do," he says. "And there's something else."
I look at him and wait for him to tell me. The man loves his dramatics.
"The Morozovs," he says. "They're being hit too."
I go still. What the fuck? That’s all four families. How the fuck is this possible?
"Deals falling through, their routes have been intercepted, not to mention their contracts disappearing to competitors who shouldn't have known those contracts existed." He holds my gaze. "It's not just your family, Lorenzo. It's everyone in the syndicate. Someone has a grudge or someone wants the power the syndicate has."
Once again my mind can’t help but be drawn toward the thoughts I had last night. Daire. That fucking bitch has ties to everyone.
Daire Delaney is set to marry Rurik Morozov the moment that Olezka Morozov returns from business in Russia. She’s carrying his baby. She’s a woman who knows how to manipulate and she’s damn good at doing it too.
"This isn't about revenge," I say.
"What are you thinking?" Tempest asks. "I know you, Lorenzo. You’ve got something on your mind. What is it?”
I tell him everything I learned last night, the way that Daire is able to manipulate everyone around her and do it without a second thought.
"How certain are you that she’s behind it?” he asks.
I sigh. “My gut is telling me it’s her.”
He nods. “That’s enough for me, but Lorenzo? I need you to understand that your anger could be overriding your judgment. We have her tied to the Delaneys and the Morozovs, but no connection to your family or the Kings.”
“Bruno,” I tell him. “He and Daire have been close for a while. If anyone is selling us out to her, it would be him. As for the Kings, that’s a job for you, my friend. I need you to look into this. I trust you, Tempest. I know you’ll do this and do it quietly.”
He stands. "I'll keep pulling the financial thread. I want to find the account holder. Once I have a name we can move on it. While I do that, I’ll have my contacts search into the history of Bruno and Daire and see if there’s any ties to the Kings.”
I know when he says contacts, he’s talking about his brothers from the motorcycle club and I’m good with that. Those men are family, they watch out for one another, and if Tempest needed me, I’d bring my family on board knowing they’d have my back and, in turn, his.
"Keep it quiet," I say. "If she knows we're looking?—"
"She'll start burying everything and judging by how well she and her parents managed to bury the Orla Geraghty situation, they’ll do a damn good job of it," he says. "But I know how to be quiet, I’ve got this. The truth is coming out, Lorenzo and when it does, everyone involved is going to die."
Too fucking right they are. Whoever is behind this along with whoever is selling us out is going to die and before they die, they’re going to be in a world of hurt.
We say our goodbyes and he leaves my office. Once he’s gone, I read through the documents that he brought with him. We’re close, I know we are, it’s only a matter of time until we uncover everything.
I make my way downstairs, I need a damn coffee and that’s when I see the women. Well, Valentina and Quinn. Both of them have their arms filled with bags. Quinn’s still in her coat, looking slightly flushed from the cold air outside, her hair windblown. She's laughing at something Valentina just said, it’s a real laugh, one that I haven’t seen before. God, she truly is beautiful.
"Good afternoon," I say.
"Good afternoon, Lorenzo," she replies, that smile still on her face.
Valentina looks between us with bright hopeful eyes. I step forward and take Quinn’s bags. “Come with me," I ask.
I watch as she blinks, then nods her head, but the smile is still on her face. "Okay," she says.
I hand her bags to Leo, one of my men. “Leave them in our wing,” I instruct him as I reach for Quinn’s hand. She tenses but doesn’t pull back. I lead her into the gardens where there’s an arbor, and we sit.
