Page 24 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Luciano, you only said we were at war. You didn’t give any details over the phone?”

The shooting pain struck the back of my head again. Fuck, the meds were wearing off. Looking down, I blinked twice before gulping down the harsh liquids.

I glanced up, meeting my concerned guards’ gazes. Agosto looked like he was ready to sprint across the room if I were to pass out again.

“We don’t know who to trust. But I’d like to believe neither you nor your immediate family would try to take us out,” Luciano answered.

Galil cut his hand through the air. “Not a chance.”

His eyes met Dad’s again. “We aren’t the same men our grandfathers were. Our partnership is about making money. Keeping out new families.”

“Right, that’s the plan. I really hope the partnership stays in place.”

Dad’s hand rose in the air. “Genn, do you have something for me?”

He hustled over, placing a sheet of paper on the table.

“Someone penetrated my camp. These people have been pulling strings for months. We lost millions in coke and guns. She did this to show us she could get to us.” Dad turned the sheet of paper to face Galil. “Does this man look familiar? He ordered our flight attendant to board a plane he knew would crash and not tell my son.”

Galil studied the sketch. “No, I’ve never seen him before.”

He gruffly rubbed his stubbled face. Galil was beside himself. I’ve never seen him rattled before. “If there’s a mole in your family than there’s one in ours, too. I’ll have Batch find this guy.”

“We have to suspect none of us are safe,” Eduardo growled.

“Sounds like this woman wants to wipe out all of us. I’ll check my organization, too.”

“We have to move quick,” Luciano said, before puffing his cigar.

“She doesn’t know Ryah and Rocco are still alive. We have to use this small window of time to draw her out.”

“Whoever this woman is, she must’ve had a relationship with either my grandfather or Marty.” Galil sipped his whiskey.

“I agree.” Dad sat back, running a hand over his dark suit.

“This war has come back to haunt our families fifty years later,” Luciano said.

“Genn, run a search on Marty and Alfonso’s family. See if anyone sticks out,” Dad ordered.

“Urbano, I started looking last night while we were at the hospital. I have a trusted friend looking into a few leads. Once I have suitable information, I’ll share who it could be.”

Dad shook his head. “We won’t make any moves until we’re positive, but tell us who you suspect.”

I gripped the edge of the table as the room spun. Shit.

The doctor told me I needed to rest for at least three days, but I didn’t listen.

“Son, sit down for Christ’s sake. Before you pass out.”

“Again,” Genn muttered under his breath.

Dad’s eyes widened. “What aren’t you telling me, Genn?”

He sighed. “Rocco had a seizure on the raft. He was out cold for hours. He has a concussion and a skull fracture.”

“Genn, what the fuck? Tell everyone my business,” I gritted out through bared teeth.

Dad turned to me. I could see the pain in his eyes. It took everything in him not to take me in his arms and hold me for dear life.

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