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“Where are you, Enzo?”

Telling him I was at Tex’s place wouldn’t go over well, but lying to Benito never ended well, either. I didn’t answer him, choosing to stay silent as I pet the freshly cleaned orange Maine Coon on my lap. The kitten purred and snuggled up closer.

“I need you in Manhattan. Two of them tried to run,” Benito said.

Without seeing his face, I knew he was angry, although my brother was always angry. I couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t. Maybe Giancarlo did because they’d been together from the start.

“Make them regret ever trying to run.”

The line went dead, and I sighed.

I picked the cat up. Its body was long, the back paws nearly to my knees.

“You be good.”

I sat him down and moved around the place. The dryer beeped, and I folded the towels I’d used but kept them separate from all the others. They were now the cat’s towels. I took one more look around, contemplating putting cameras and microphones around but nothing compared to seeing Tex in person.

As if he knew I was talking about him, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I smirked at the update about Tex. He was on his way home. Too bad I couldn’t stay and play with him tonight. I took the note he left me, adding my own and placing it on his bed.

Maybe another time.