them. Maybe they're just trying to undo us from the inside. Pick off the weakest link?" He was starting to sweat as his expression grew manic.
"Cat?" I turned my face toward the hallway to call my sister. "Come take this kid back to the mansion. He's out of his mind."
"No." He gripped my shirt and pulled me toward him. "No. Listen to me. Thomas is in cahoots with someone bigger, and they want to take over the US. We're one of the only syndicates in their way."
"How do you know this?" I growled and pressed my forehead to his as indecision burned my insides.
"I pledged to join them to keep my life. I know a lot of things."
Chapter 20
Demetri
I strapped Freddy's ass in Catherine's car and tried to process the information he had spilled in the hallway. It was good and bad. He was the worst possible choice for a rat in the Kallup camp, but he was better than nothing.
"Maybe," I mumbled and walked back toward my Jag. I needed to talk with Edward & Nathaniel about security and deal with the shit at the whorehouse before working through the situation with Freddy, but all of them needed to be done that day. I texted Edward and told him to meet me over at Madam Gizelle's as soon as possible. Something told me that the frat boy wouldn't appreciate being pushed around, but that made it all the more sweet.
I could kill two birds with one stone by having him join me, and if he seemed capable, I might even get him to start looking into the situation with the girls getting knocked around.
Talking to Joe about Freddy was last on my list of things I wanted to do, and yet I knew I was the only one capable of keeping Joe calm and uninvolved while he healed. He'd been almost numb the last week since Vivian died, and we were all walking on eggshells at the thought of him coming to. When he did, we would need to have our ducks in a row and be ready to cough up who we were declaring war on.
Edwards’s bright blue Mustang was already parked out front when I arrived at the whorehouse. The sight of it caused my lip to turn up. How Izabella could take him to her bed was beyond me. He was the polar opposite of me, and yet maybe that was the key to it all. Or maybe the bitch was lying about wanting me the way I wanted her.
"No, not possible," I mumbled and got out of my car to jog up the stairs to the front door. The apartment complex was posed to look like a three-story house, and the girls kept it looking clean and welcoming. Joe had been smart in buying them the whole block, which allowed for a backyard and a nice-sized parking lot. To anyone who was walking by, the place just looked like a misplaced sorority house.
I knocked once before opening the door and walking into the living room. Edward's voice reached me before I turned the corner, and if my mood wasn't bad before, it was now.
"So I told her, no baby, a lady doesn't have to get on her knees to suck a cock." Everyone started laughing. I'd obviously missed something.
"Hi, girls." I stopped by the opening to the living room and scanned the faces until I found Sandra. "You wanna talk?"
"Hi, D!" Several of the women in the room jumped up and walked toward me with huge smiles on their faces. It was almost comical because I treated them all like I would my sister, never having done anything but care for them if needed.
"All right. Stop pawing at him. You'll give him a bigger head than he already has." Sandra reached out and gripped my wrist. "Come on, lover boy."
"Edward. Let's go," I called to him as I glanced over my shoulder and followed Sandra out of the room.
"A.. really? I was just starting to get comfortable." He chuckled as the disappointment from the girls could be heard down the hall.
We walked into Sandra's small office near the back of the house, and she released me. I sat down in one of the two chairs in front of her desk and leaned back as Edward closed the door and took the other chair.
"Why am I here?" he asked and sat down beside me.
"Because I need to talk with you about security at the mansion, and