Page 112 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“What is it?”

“I think it’s best if I show you.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” I slam my fist into the wall as I take in the mutilated body of Sergio Mantini. “How did this happen?”

I turn to face Marco, Dez, and Sloan. “Speak!”

“All of our leads have been coming up short,” Marco says. “There’s been radio silence apart from the Range Rover incident.”

“Nothing about the guy we left for him at The Vault?”

Dez shakes his head.

“For all we know, others might have cleaned up the mess, choosing not to tell Lorenzo.”

“Fuck,” I hiss, turning back around to look at Sergio. He’s completely naked but every inch of his skin is covered in blood. He has multiple stab wounds to his chest that I know are in places which meant he bled out slowly. Likely while Lorenzo’s men got the information out of him that they were looking for.

“I don’t think he’ll be staying quiet for much longer.” I crouch down beside the body.

I dip my finger in the blood of one of the stab wounds and find it still warm. It’s not been here long. “He can’t have gotten far.”

Dez nods. “A few of his clubs are nearby.”

“I don’t think he would be that obvious,” Marco counters. “He knows we know about those places.”

“Unless he wants us to think that…” I mutter.

“You think he’s double bluffing us?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.” I get to my feet. “It’s his style.”

Sloan straightens up. “We’ll get straight on it, boss.” He slaps his friend on the shoulder. “Dez, let’s swing by Neon to pick up Jerry. We’ll have something to report to you within the hour, Andre.”

I nod and wait for Dez and Sloane to exit the abandoned loft before turning to my brother.

My brother looks at me. “What could Sergio have offered him? Did he know about Lila or Rosa?”

I run my hands over my face, trying to calm the rage that’s burning in my veins.

“I have no idea, but that’s what we need to find out, Marco. Before it’s one of their bodies bleeding out on the floor.”

35

LILA

Andre leads me into my bedroom. “I’m not due another scan for a few weeks.”

“I just wanted to make sure everything was alright, what with the stress over the last week.” He places a reassuring hand on my back. “You can never be too careful.”

“So overprotective.” I smile at the thought of him wanting to take care of both me and the baby.

“Yes, and it will likely only get worse.” He opens my bedroom door.

Dr. Waite is setting up a portable ultrasound machine by the bed, and he looks up when we enter.

“Ah, Lila, so lovely to see you again. How are you feeling?”

“I’m good, the nausea isn’t as bad, and I’m managing to eat more again.”

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