the handle, and pushed the door open.
She stepped forward, entering the apartment, but I didn’t move. “If my mom wakes up, don’t let her run you off. You stay here until I get back.” I waited until her stare met mine. “Got it?”
“Got it.”
I took one last look at her, then pulled the door closed behind me and locked it. My cell beeped, reminding me that I needed to haul ass to the mansion. So I spun round and sprinted to the SUV. I was peeling out of the lot within thirty seconds, leaving Luna in my place, and hoping she would still be there when I got home.
Maybe I was too trusting of her. Maybe I was taking a leap of faith when I shouldn’t have been. Either way, I had no goddamn choice in the matter. She was my only option right now.
I shook my head, pushing all of that aside as I drove to the mansion. Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling through the gates. Several cars were parked, telling me that I wasn’t the only one who had been called in.
The mansion door was unlocked, guarded by one of the soldiers who told me they were all waiting in the command center. I speed walked there, then input the code that would let me inside. Several clicks of the locks rang out, and then the door whooshed open.
There were only four people in the room, Lorenzo, Christian, Antonio, and Alonzo. None of them were talking, most likely waiting for me to turn up. I wondered how long it had taken them to get here.
Lorenzo looked at me, pointed at the last empty seat, and said, “Everyone is here now. Tell them what you told me.”
I pulled out my usual seat and stared at his cell that sat on the table. A voice came out of it, one that we all recognized. “I have one of them in my ranks.” I blinked at the sound of Dante’s voice. “I have an FBI agent undercover.”
“Fuck,” Alonzo spat, leaning forward. He’d been Lorenzo’s dad’s right-hand man, someone who Lorenzo had relied on when he first took over as boss.
“And you let them live?” Antonio barked, slamming his palm on the table.
Christian’s jaw clenched. “Should have taken them out, Dante."
Lorenzo raised a brow at Christian’s statement, but stayed silent. He was acting underboss, filling the spot until Dante would come home and take his rightful place by his brother’s side. But none of us knew how long that would take, or if it would ever happen.
Lorenzo’s gaze focused on me. Was he waiting to see what I would say? “Does he know that you know?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.
“No,” Dante clipped out.
“Who gives a fuck if he knows? He needs to go,” Antonio raged. As Lorenzo’s other uncle, he had sway in the organization. His fiery temper was good when it came to torture, but in situations like these, he was quick to go to death and pain instead of strategy. And from the way Lorenzo side-eyed him, he was aware of that fact.
“Does he?” Lorenzo asked, but we all knew it wasn’t a real question. He stood, his presence filling the entire room. He didn’t need to do much to show people he was the boss. His authority vibrated around us.
“If he doesn’t know that we know…” I trailed off, staring at a spot on the wall. “We could get information out of him.”
“Or we’d get a heads-up.” Lorenzo grinned like the cat who had gotten the cream. “Imagine turning someone from the FBI to our way of thinking.” He clicked his fingers. “Game changer.”
“It’s too risky,” Alonzo said, his voice low, but we all heard it loud and clear.
“I’ll tell you what’s too risky, Uncle.” Lorenzo flattened his hands on the desk in the middle of the room and leaned forward. “Not knowing who is in your ranks. Not being able to trust the people who say they have your back.” He paused, not looking away from Alonzo for even a second. “You know what happens when you can’t trust the men below you?” He didn’t give him the chance to answer. “People get hurt.”
“Lorenzo—”
“Keep him close,” Lorenzo interrupted, talking to Dante. “Follow him. Do your recon.”
“On it,” Dante replied. “I’ll be in touch soon.”
The line went dead, leaving the room in silence. Lorenzo still hadn’t looked away from his uncles. They were old school, trying to keep up with the new ways, but