pressed to the door to see if you were in here. I heard the two of you fighting, so I pressed against the door harder. There's nothing more entertaining than watching the two of you deny your feelings for each other. It's been the greatest soap opera of my life." He shrugged.
"Fuck you, Marco." I stood up and pulled the phone to my ear. "This is Demetri."
"Hey. When you get a break today, I need you to come to the shipping yard. We found a few more things that Freddy messed up, but I'm not sure these are an accident. Just come when you can so I can show all of this to you before I fix it." Catherine sounded as pissy as Izabella had.
"Of course. I'll head that way now. Marco's with me." I glanced down at him and covered the phone as Catherine gave me a few more details. "My sister wants us to come out to the shipping yard. She's got more shit on Freddy."
Marco groaned and stood up. "Fine. Let's go, but we need to be back by six. Everyone should be at Gino's around eight tonight."
I said my goodbyes to Catherine and pulled my keys from my pocket. "I brought the Jaguar, so I'll drive."
"Bring Izabella with us." He chuckled and opened the door to my office.
Bastard.
"Why? She and I are — " I stopped short as she walked out of the kitchen, across the hall.
"What?" She glanced between me and Marco.
"Come with us to the shipping yard." Marco walked across the hall and pulled her into a side hug. "We need to see what your little brother is up to and figure out how to not let him get himself killed."
"I'm busy." She started to pull from him, but he tightened his hold on her.
"No you're not, and besides, I'd love to fill you in on my trip to the Moonlight Hotel last night. I'd love to hear your side of the story too."
"Fine, but let's make it quick. I wanted to talk to Dad about Jonathan before the meeting tonight." She pulled from Marco's grasp and walked to the door. "We all riding on D's bike?"
"No, he brought the Jag; he must be sullen today." Marco laughed as I flipped him off and walked to the door, ignoring Izzy. I didn't have anything to say to her that I hadn't already said. Joe was right about the two of us acting like children. We needed to move past the hard emotions that lay between us, but that was far easier said than done.
*
"Let me do the talking." I glanced over my shoulder and pinned Izabella with a hard stare. Where I knew Marco would keep his composure, I wasn't so sure about the emotionally bent enforcer. She and my sister didn't see eye to eye on anything.
"Of course, D." Marco shrugged as if my request was directed at him and quite silly.
"Izzy?" I asked and paused at the entrance to the small office building where my sister and her team worked.
"I'm not quite sure I understand what you're asking." She moved past me and opened the door. "I'm not a puppet, so stop acting like I am. I'll speak when the fuck I want to."
I growled and moved up beside her, gripping her arm tightly and jerking her toward me. "I'm telling you that I'm done with your bullshit. Cut it out. Now."
"Hey, leave her be. She's been through a lot of shit," Marco spoke softly and laid his hand over mine.
"We all have," Catherine responded as she walked out from the back of the building to the small receptionist area we had set up. "It doesn't give any of us, me included, the right to fuck up what we've all worked so hard for. Freddy needs to go."
"Well, that's yet to be seen, and it's not your call." Izabella squared her shoulders as I released her and turned to my sister.
"Show me what you've found." I moved in behind her as she turned and walked back down the hall. I spoke loudly as to let my voice carry back to Izzy and Marco. "I had breakfast this morning with Catherine, and she and Selma said that the last three weeks Freddy has been high more often than not."
"And he's sent two shipments to the wrong location and fucked up three weeks’ worth of paperwork. He's getting sloppy, and it's because he's smoking more than he's working." Catherine opened the first door on