Page 61 of Make You Mine

“Let me out.”

“You can’t get to your car right now.” He points to the other side of the building where the smoke is rising from.

I dial her burner phone again, not even sure if she has it.

“We will get to her.” My brother touches my shoulder, trying to reassure me, but nothing but her voice would help.

No answer again from her or Luca. I roar in frustration. “Unlock this fucking door right now!”

“Look, I didn’t want to do this like this, but let me try something,” Nico says, typing on his phone before hitting speaker phone.

Confusion spreads across my face. “Who are you calling?”

The phone rings and rings. No answer.

“Shit, don’t panic. I told her to keep the burner on her while he was gone, but she may have it on silent.”

“What the fuck is going on?” I growl in my boss’s direction.

“Ashley’s been helping me from the inside.”

My mouth hangs open, shocked at his revelation. “Are you fucking serious? And you didn’t think that was important information to tell me.”

The door opens, and Micah jumps in. “We need to get to Santini’s now,” he rushes out, fear evident on his face.

“Drive, Leo,” Nico says, and with no questions asked, we take off. I, on the other hand, have so many, but none of them matter except if she is okay.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, holding my breath.

“Vito just showed up to the house with Ashley and no one knows where Luca is.”

Nineteen

My legs won’t stop bouncing as I ride in the backseat of the car. No words have been shared between Vito and me, so the silence is doing nothing to help calm my nerves. Not to mention the incessant vibrating of the burner phone in my purse.

Maybe it’s Nico telling me they infiltrated Sinners using the intel I passed along just two days ago. God, I hope that’s true.

Two days ago

“Yeah, it’s in the safe,” I overhear Vito say as I creep past Junior’s office. Pausing just outside the door, I listen in as I always do in hopes of hearing something of importance. Something I can pass along and use as leverage.

“Too much to filter through this week, so I put the rest in the safe. We’re running low… Any word on when the next shipment is coming in?” Shipment… Could that be the fentanyl Junior’s been using?

“Nah, haven’t heard anything yet.”

“Yeah, I'm printing themnow. Okay. I’ll put them in the safe too. I know which one to put it in.”

He must mean the second safe I’ve seen Junior use when he’d force me to stop by Sinner’s with him. It's a hidden one behind the mirror in his office bathroom. I peek through the crack of the door where Vito sits at the desk, shuffling papers around. He puts the papers in a stack and staples the corner.

“Damn, boss, that’s a lot of zeros. Please tell me you have a plan for all this.”

“Alright, fuck. You’re right, I'm sorry. Okay, yes, I will. Bye.”

Holy shit, this is it. This is what I’ve been waiting so long to hear. Junior is such a cocky piece of shit who he doesn’t think anyone would dare infiltrate his club, let alone steal incriminating banking statements.

I have to tell Nico.

Silently creeping away, I lock myself in my sewing room. Grabbing my burner out of my purse, I open the only contact stored on the phone. My fingers tremble with nerves as I type the message.

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