Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I muttered.
So far, Deviant and Grey had both struck out when it came to finding Marylin. They’d followed the trail, but eventually it just ended. As if it’d simply ceased to exist. They were monumentally pissed about it, and both their egos were smarting over it.
“One positive is that by Darius telling Carlos he didn’t know where she was being held, he essentially confirmed that she’s still alive.”
He had a point. We had no idea what condition she was in or what was being done to her, but she was alive.
“However,” Francesco continued, “it’s looking more like they’re holding her for Tommaso.”
“So we need to get to her before he’s released.”
“That would be my assumption as well. Unfortunately, Carlos heard this morning that Tommaso’s lawyer managed to get the case transferred to a judge they control. The case goes before him in two days, and if he isn’t able to get it thrown out, the judge will most certainly release Tommaso on bail.”
“Son of a bitch,” I cursed, holding the phone so tight it was just luck that it didn’t crack.
My gaze was on the ceiling until I heard people entering my office. Whiskey walked in with Maverick, Deviant, and Hunter right behind him. Fox was home with his wife and sick twins, but the VP would fill him in later.
“Anything new on Portia?”
“No. I—” He stopped speaking for a beat, then went on. “Actually, Carlos did say something about her. It didn’t seem significant, so I almost forgot about it. However, maybe I’m overlooking something. It seems Darius is quite bitter over the fact that he hasn’t been able to get into Portia’s bed. But Carlos got the impression from several people that her bedroom has a revolving door.”
“Is Darius an exception, or does she avoid sleeping with the people she works with?”
“I didn’t ask. Do you think it’s important? If so, I’ll get a message to Carlos.”
“Could be. Not quite sure how yet. But my instincts are telling me to find out.”
“I’ll get back to you as soon as I have an answer.”
“Thanks.”
“Of course. Ciao.”
After hanging up, I filled my brothers in on what I’d learned from Francesco. While they discussed what I’d told them, my eyes drifted around my office. It was almost as big as the prez’s and VP’s because nearly three-quarters of the walls were taken up by bookshelves.
The books were all meticulously arranged in the order that made it easier for me to find what I needed. Because the majority of them were law books.
You’re a fucking lawyer, dipshit.
“Deviant,” I called, interrupting the conversation. “Get me all the files involved in Tommaso’s case.”
He raised his brow but nodded. “Sure.”
I was already out of my chair and scanning a particular set of books as I gave orders. “The rest of you touch base with King. Give him what we know to see if it helps with his angle.”
“Think there’s a legal solution to keep Tommaso in jail?” Hunter guessed.
“Possibly. But it’s a long shot,” I admitted as I grabbed several large volumes and dropped them onto my desk.
“Text you when I send the files,” Deviant told me before exiting the office.
The others turned to follow him, but I called out to Maverick, who stopped and pivoted.
“The Chicago chapter have a lawyer?” I asked.
He thought for a minute, scratching the side of his jaw. “Not a patch. But I think one of the officers has a sister with a law degree.”
“Have her get in touch with me. Even if I figure something out, I might not be able to handle it from here. But I’m not leaving Britta unless we’re ready to bring Tommaso and the boss to The Room.”
“Done.” He jerked his chin up and down once, then left.
I could do a few things before I got the information from Deviant, but I decided to go find my girl.
Less than an hour later, Britta and I were in the kitchen rustling up some dinner when my phone chirped with a text from Deviant.
Deviant
Sent the files.
Me
Thanks
Deviant
It’s a lot to sort through, but I figured it couldn’t hurt to get the files for the dirty judge too.
Me
Good thinking.
Damn, that was going to be a fuck ton of information to go through. There was no way I could do it on my own.
“What do you want to drink?” Britta inquired, drawing me out of my thoughts.
“I’ll get the drinks, baby. Go sit and relax.”
Britta sighed, but the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. “Telling me to relax doesn’t make me actually relax, you know.”
I grabbed a beer and a sparkling water from the fridge before answering her as I walked to the table. “Yeah, but it’s my job to take care of you, so I’ll keep trying.”
“I’d rather have something to do,” she muttered. “I love spending time with you, but I’m going a little stir-crazy. Especially when there’s nothing I can do to help my mom.”