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We waited while she paused for dramatic effect or some shit.
“He said, ‘Terminal Island,’ I think. I thought he was just sayingTreasure Islandwrong, which was also super weird because no one calls it that anymore, anyway.”
She continued to rattle on about her favorite hotels on the strip, but Enzo and I both tuned her out, turning our backs on her as we moved toward the door.
“Terminal Island? Like, the prison?”
“Prison?” Enzo asked.
“Yeah, you know. Harry Hill? The mobster fromGoodfellas.”
“You and that damn movie.” Enzo huffed out a laugh as he pulled out his phone.
“Hey, when I first learned your dad was in the mob, I felt it was my duty as your best friend to do some research.” I shrugged unapologetically.
“Research, my ass. You just liked all the violence.”
“And the swearing. Don’t forget the swearing.”
“I bet. However, while there is a prison out there, it’s probably more likely Gregor meant the section of Terminal Island that’s part of the Port of Los Angeles.” Holding up his phone, Enzo showed me theWikipediapage he’d found for the port.
Fuck. That definitely made more sense.
“And,” Enzo added, fiddling with his phone again before showing me a map. “According to Google, it’s less than an hour from San Clemente, California.”
“War Dogs territory.”
We were tight with the War Dogs. Had been for a while. You know, with the MC supplying a good amount of the illegal weed to the state of Nevada. Enzo didn’t buy from them, but he was more than happy to open the doors ofWrathandGreedwhen they were in town, their pockets flush with cash.
“I’ll put in a call to Fox, see if he has any information on his end.” Enzo fired off a text, likely directing Lexi to start digging as well. “In the meantime, we need to shut down this thing from our side. If Gregor is the only supplier to whoever is exporting innocent people, I’d be surprised, but I’m not about to let anyone else in this town become a victim.” Shoving his phone back in his pocket, Enzo headed for the door.
“Wait!” Amber screeched, scrambling up from the chair. “Where are you going? What about me?”
“You’ll stay here until we can verify the information you gave us.” Enzo opened the door all the way, letting Amber get a look at Lucky, who was still standing guard outside in the hall. When Lucky tilted her head, curling her lip back and flashing her straight, white teeth at Amber, there was no mistaking the flash of fear in Amber’s gaze.
“Fine.” She pouted, flopping down in the chair again. “But I could really use a soy latte.”
“I’ll get right on that,” Lucky deadpanned.
Closing the door on the two women, Enzo turned to me, his eyes brighter than they had been since he returned from New York.
“Well, what do you say we go cut the head off this snake, Rock?”
“Sounds like a goddamn plan.” Personally, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on Gregor Belikov.
Enzo may have been the man in this city—the one who held all the cards and called all the shots—but Gregor’s death belonged to me.
Chapter fifty-one
Rocco
“Yousureyouwantme here for this?” Sway asked, his shoulders hunched under his hoodie as he ducked lower in the passenger seat to hide his face. Between the darkness outside and his bulky hood, I almost couldn’t tell he’d even been hit.
When I’d first seen him at The Shed the other day, his eye all busted up, I knew he’d be reluctant to talk about it. Shit, I was reluctant to ask about it, all thatfeelingsstuff never really being my strong suit.
Then all the shit went down atThe Mirage, and I had been so focused on getting Jasper back that I hadn’t made time to spend with the kid, and I was regretting it.
I needed him to tell me what the fuck had happened.
