Page 68 of Morally Corrupt

"Deal! And don't worry. Enzo and I have reached an understanding," I say as I stand to put my mug in the sink.

Theo grabs me suddenly. "What understanding?" His voice is tense, and if I didn't think the situation was dire enough, I might have teased him for being jealous.

"Down, boy. He understood that I'm not interested. Although I have to say the dynamic between him and his wife was entirely off," I add my observation.

"She's sleeping with Martin."

"What?" I let out a scream.

"I'm fairly sure of it. Enzo doesn't care, though."

"Why do you think they're sleeping together? I didn't see any signs during dinner."

"Except them sitting next to each other?" he asks, and I have to agree that it was unusual. "It was also something Enzo told Martin when we left. He said to remind Allegra that their son has a piano recital on Thursday. It seems she's staying with your father."

"Good Lord," I mutter, suddenly overwhelmed by the many surprises of the day. Who would have thought? Allegra was a beautiful woman, but with my father? Ew. What she sees in that cold reptile is beside me.

"That reminds me. What do you make of the Irishmen?" I ask him, suddenly remembering Quinn's interest in Theo.

"Truthfully…" Theo starts, "I couldn't say which ones are more dangerous, the Agostis or the Gallaghers."

"Did you hear about them in Boston?" As far as I knew, Theo had spent a considerable amount of time in Boston before and during college.

"Not really, but then again, we didn't move in the same circles."

"It was odd that Quinn said you looked familiar."

"Who knows…" He leaves it hanging, but somehow, I'm not convinced. Both Quinn and his father are men of very few words. If anything, the fact that he'd spoken that question aloud means there's something behind it.

But I can't dig any further. Theo is clearly not comfortable with the subject.

25

THEO

"I managed to get a list of all the tenants." Marcel pauses. "I also cross-referenced it with people actually living there. However, she didn't make my job too hard. The apartment is in her mother's name. It's number eighteen."

I take a deep breath, digesting the information.

It had been hard to hear about her childhood, but did it justify her actions? I feel like a war is raging inside me on whether I can accept and forgive Bianca's actions. And somehow, I know deep down that the apartment will shed light on my dilemma and not necessarily in the right way.

"Keep Rico on her. I'm going in there when she's at work." If Rico's constantly onto her location, I can avoid meeting her.

"Sure. It's code-locked, by the way. Eight digits. Might wanna make a list beforehand." Marcus chuckles.

"Anything else?"

He shifts his gaze around the office in his usual bored manner.

"I might have gotten a hit with Jimenez's men. The people I got on the case have some info, but I'm just not sure how reliable."

"Info about what?" I ask almost too anxiously.

"Incoming batch of girls for his bordellos. Shipment is supposed to come into the port in two weeks."

"Why do you think the info might not pay off?"

"Theo, when was the last time we had this type of info on Jimenez? Reliable insider info? It's too good to be true."

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