Sophie stood and paced. “Antonio, you don’t know what's going on. I need Director Sanchez on my side. He can help me find my sister.”
Antonio leveled a glare at Sophie. “Sit. If you had told us your sister was missing, you would have had her back by now. At the moment, I want to take you over my knee and redden your ass.”
I couldn’t hold back the anger that coursed through me at the thought of Antonio laying a hand on Sophie. “You can touch her over my dead body.” I reached out, grabbed Sophie’s arm, and brought her close to my side. I had never acted like this before, and I had no clue where the emotion was coming from.
The conference room went silent.
Antonio studied me for a long moment. “Fine. I will kill you if you hurt her.”
After another moment, Brock broke the tension. “Since the pissing match is over, can we start on the case? I have a fiancé to get home to, and you are cutting into my time. So, let's go.”
I took over the meeting. “We are going after Yermushin.” I ignored the grunt that came from Antonio. He knew who the man was. “He is setting up a sale at a charity fundraiser in two weeks. Agent Red and I are working undercover at the fundraiser. Our goal is to figure out when the sale is going to take place.This is the first positive lead we have had on the man in ages.”
“I’m going to kill him,” Sophie mumbled.
Antonio’s gaze locked on Sophie. He must have heard her. “Why are you going to kill him? How long have you been running cases for the director?”
The director took a breath to speak, but Antonio shook his head in warning.
Sophie pointed to the screen showing Yermushin’s face. “That man and his gang dragged my sister and me out of our bedrooms when we were just kids, killed my parents in front of us, and kidnapped my sister.”
Sophie took a deep breath. She was shaking. “Director Sanchez has been helping me try to find my sister for the past twenty years. Every so often he would dangle some fruit in front of me, but never enough to find her. Ten years ago, he told me he found the gang based off of the tattoo information I supplied and that Yermushin’s gang had been killed off.”
I cringed inwardly. The director had found someone who was good at computers, and he had used her. If her sister was still alive, he could have gotten her back years ago. He probably knew where she was and whether she was alive or dead. From the look on Antonio’s face, he was thinking along the same lines.
“Steve, who is the contact that sent you the information? I need to do some checking so Sophie and I don’t go in blind. We’ll work the case from my safe house and connect into you directly for information.”
Steve walked around the room, handing everyone a case file. “Everything is in the folder. The contact’s name is Ice. Her photo is on page—”
“Give me those files,” the director demanded. He scrambled from his seat, trying to get to us.
“No. No. No. She works for you? You were stringing me along all these years? You didn’t think I would recognize my sister?”
Sophie leaped from her chair and went after the director, her arm pulled back to punch him. I grabbed Sophie around the waist before she had time to assault the Director of the CIA.
“Let me go!” Sophie kicked her foot back, trying to take me out. When I didn’t let up, she continued screaming. “You bastard! You’ve known where she’s been? Let me go, fuck face. I’m going to kill him!”
Brock was standing between the director and us. Antonio's eyes never left thephotograph in the file.
“I instructed you to remove those photos,” the director yelled at Steve.
Knowing all I needed, I threw Sophie over my shoulder.
“We will take the case from here. It seems we can’t trust you.”
“I will have you wiped off the Earth for this,” Director Sanchez rasped.
I heard heavy steps behind me. Brock and Antonio were on my heels.
* * *
Sophie
I’m not sure what was more shocking—finally seeing a picture of my sister after these years or being manhandled by a sex god. “We need to go back. We need more information, and he might have you sent away.”
Antonio and Brock both grunted with laughter.I raised my head just enough to glare at them both. They were supposed to be my friends. “I can’t believe you two are letting Zane walk out. Did either of you hear what the director threatened? I’m not a child. Put me down. I need to find my sister!”
Antonio's eyes changed at the mention of my sister. It looked like a mixture of hurt and betrayal, which I didn’t understand.