his knuckles against it twice. "I'm not going to like what's in here, am I?"
"No," Matteo returned, giving a subtle shake of his head. His eyes instantly went to Liam's men throughout the room. I echoed his sentiment, knowing full well just how deceptive people you thought were loyal could be.
Emilio had been one of the men to help me in my transition. He'd seen the potential in me if he could navigate me away from such a strict sense of right and wrong. He’d shown me that there was a place where I could exist as I was and not deal with the pressures of returning to a society that didn’t accept me, as if war hadn't changed me.
With the Bellandis, seeing a threat in every corner was a gift that often kept me alive, but nobody had seen the threat Emilio himself was until he'd tried to give Samara to her abusive ex-husband and worked with Lino's father to sell her off.
"Leave us," Liam announced, nodding at his men when they hesitated. I suspected Matteo's relationship with the old man was more involved than he liked to let on, given the absolute trust that was required of a man willing to dismiss his safety net when dealing with a roomful of armed, dangerous men.
Even Yavin was a formidable opponent. He was often forgotten, being the friend that Lino brought into the fold when they'd been mere children. But in order to become a made man, he’d had to survive Lino and Matteo's fathers. The men who thought only men of Italian heritage had a place in the inner circle. It took an intense inner strength to accomplish such a thing. His fighting ability and knowledge of weapons had been rough around the edges when I started working for Matteo.
I'd remedied that years ago.
Silent. Unexpected.
Deadly.
Once his men cleared out of the room and closed the door behind them, Liam opened the envelope and pulled the photos free. He winced, no doubt horrified with the sight of the man he'd entrusted his only daughter to. Exploding in high-quality prints, photos of Tiernan meeting with men loyal to him. Conversations of his dealings with some of the men Ryker captured and tortured.
All of it detailed the uprising within his organization.
I suspected the photo we'd lifted off our latest kill's phone was the final straw when he flipped through it. We'd been too late to help her, and it was the catalyst for Matteo requesting the meeting as soon as he did. The young girl who became one of Tiernan's first victims. Liam's future son-in-law. The rapist. What a moment of pride it must have been to know what kind of scum he protected.
"Christ," he hissed, tossing the photos onto the desk. He ran a hand over his face, looking more and more aged with every second that passed. "What am I supposed to do with this? That ungrateful little shit."
Swiping the photos to the floor, he made no move to pick them up. Nobody moved while he studied Matteo. "You know I can't let what he's doing stand. I've been very vocal that there's to be no trafficking in my city, Liam," Matteo said, raising an eyebrow at his ally casually. I adjusted my stance, studying the interaction between them. Another man might have seen it as a threat, because organizations such as Bellandi and O'Connell handled their issues internally.
In any other circumstances, Liam might have expected Matteo to let him deal with Tiernan on his own. But Liam only nodded, tapping his fingers on the desk. "I always knew there was something wrong with him. His father was a good man, the best enforcer I could have asked for. I'd hoped to have a closer relationship with his son, but Tiernan..." he trailed off with a sigh of frustration. "Killing him will be difficult for me, I admit. He's all that remains of Brogan."
"You let us take care of that then," Matteo said. "I assure you, Ryker has no qualms about making sure he suffers for what he tried to do to Calla."
"What did he do to your Executioner?" Liam asked.
Ryker piped up from the corner, his deep voice resonating through the room with his fury. "He staged a car accident and tried to have my wife taken from me so he could convince me to leave Bellandi and work for him. My kids were with her."
"He never had respect for the fact that wives and children should be off-limits