Page 18 of Bound to the Mafia Guard

Trev’s forearm flexed as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. "I’ll talk with Andro about that. You might get the same level of detail the other omegas in the family get."

"What? No, that’s silly, isn’t it?" Then again, what did I know about this whole business? I still wasn’t 100% sure what I was going to be doing with my life upon graduation. Did it really matter if I had security following me around?

“If it were up to me, you would have security detail. We’ll discuss it with Andro.”

I resisted the urge to groan. There were only so many things I could complain about in a day. I’d have to save this argument for a different day.

"Why do we think Cord can help?" I asked instead.

"We’re at a dead end, so we’re trying everything. His brother had connections that we don’t. It’s possible he’s heard something."

I hated to hear that they didn’t have a direction for this investigation. There could be more omegas out there that had been taken from their families. I shuddered at the thought.

Trev reached over and grasped my hand. “We’ll find him, Rowan. I know we will.”

We pulled up to a large home that was at least three stories tall, with four massive columns that towered over the ornate double doors. Lush green hedges surrounded the circle drive.

"Goodness. Is this where Felik grew up?"

"Yep. I think Felik and Jeremiah still have a room here. They stay here with the twins every so often so that Cord can see them."

"Are we officially like the combined Ferrini-Minetti family?"

Trev snorted. "No, but we do have a very strong alliance now that there’s a marriage between them."

"That’s cool." It seemed crazy to me, but whatever worked. I didn’t know a lot about the whole business, but I did know that strong alliances were important.

The door opened before we could even ring the bell, and a butler let us in. "Mr. Menetti will see you in the parlor."

Sometimes I really couldn’t get over all the high-end nonsense that came with having money.

Cord was already in the parlor when we arrived. He handed a glass of something—probably scotch—to Trev.

"Trev, congratulations."

"Thank you."

He turned to me. "You must be Rowan. It’s nice to meet you." Cord towered over me, much like the other alphas I interacted with. His dark wavy hair curled around the color of his shirt. He didn’t have the same clean-cut, boss look that Andro did, but that didn’t make him any less scary. His piercing green eyes had a danger to them that had me ready to answer any question he had.

I nodded. "You as well. Thanks for your help with this."

"Anything for Trev."

I raised a brow. "You mean Andro?"

Cord shook his head. "I’d do this for Ando as well, but Trev took a bullet for my brother’s mate. We’re indebted to him for Jeremiah’s life."

I had to smile at that. I knew Trev didn’t think of his actions as heroic, but I sure did—and it seemed that everyone else agreed as well.

“Please take a seat.”

Cord settled in a maroon wingback chair while Trev and I sat down on the matching velvet sofa. In front of us on the coffee table was a charcuterie board with pancetta and brie, with an assortment of crackers. It seemed our host was putting on a welcoming front.

"I don’t want to pry too much, and I know if I were you, I wouldn’t want a bunch of people asking me a ton of questions. I know what you went through was dramatic and scary. I’m not asking you to relive it, but if you could walk me through what happened as much as you can, there might be details that mean something to me that might not mean anything to anyone else."

I nodded even as I wrung my hands in my lap. My throat was suddenly dry. "What makes you the expert?" I wasn’t trying to be rude, I was genuinely curious.

Cord shrugged. "I was my brother’s right-hand man for a long time, and he tried to make a lot of connections with a lot of different people. Vince was always trying to build his alliances or at least make it look like he was. He was quick to stab people in the back, so he made more enemies than allies. I attended a lot of those meetings, and I have a knack for remembering details."

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