Page 49 of The High Priestess

What?

“Fuck,” Leo mutters. “That’s not good. If this person manages to take over the Greek mafia, it will be bad for all of us.”

“And we don’t know who this fucker is?” Enzo asks.

Dominik shakes his head. “Only that it’s someone in the organization.” His eyes bore into mine with a serious expressionthat sends a chill down my spine. “Only the dead are innocent. Everyone is your enemy until you find the traitor.”

God. It’s so much worse than I thought.

Chills keep crashing over my body, and when I realize the traitor has had two weeks to sink his claws into my organization, anger explodes in my chest.

We were betrayed by someone we trusted.

My tone is icy as I vow, “I will find the traitor and kill the person. No one is taking my birthright from me. I’m heading to Chile today to meet with the remainder of my people before I return to Athens. ”

“We’ll help wherever we can,” Leo says.

“I’m heading back to Portugal today,” Enzo informs us. “When you return to Greece and need backup, just let me know.”

I’ll definitely take them up on his offer.

“Thank you.”

“Is there anything else we need to discuss?” Enzo asks.

“I’m good,” Santiago replies while he glances at everyone else.

“Nothing from me,” Dominik murmurs.

When Leo shakes his head, Enzo climbs to his feet. “I need to go. Let me know if anything important happens.”

When Enzo leaves, I turn my attention back to the other men. “Anyone know a group of trained mercenaries that’s for hire?”

Santiago lets out a chuckle. “Knight can help with that. He has contacts he served with who are always looking for extra work.”

Oh. Interesting. I thought he didn’t have any friends.

“Knight is your bodyguard now?” Dominik asks, an impatient look tightening his features.

He’s the only one in the group with tattoos on his face and neck. It makes him look more badass.

Maybe I should get a few tattoos so I can look badass, too.

I nod at Dominik. “He seems trustworthy.”

“He is,” Santiago throws in his two cents. “I plan on raiding a few of the Rojas cartel's businesses. I like pissing them off in my spare time.”

“Don’t piss them off too much,” Leo mutters. “The bratva is a big enough problem to deal with, and we don’t need to add the cartel to the list of people actively attacking us.”

“Nah.” Santiago gets up from his chair. “I can handle the cartel on my own.”

Wish I could say the same about the bratva.

“Stay in touch,” Dominik tells me.

“Send my regards to Grace,” I say as he heads toward the door.

Santiago pats my shoulder. “Good luck.” Then he jogs after Dominik. “So, are you naming your firstborn after me?”

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