Page 64 of His Game (His Obsession 1)

"Gio?" I asked.

"Yeah. The asshole."

Immediately, I shook my head. "Nah. He's no snitch. An asshole with a limited lifespan if he keeps acting the way he does, yes. But not a snitch."

"I'd just feel better if we knew who it was that was relaying info to Mario, starting with the day he barged into your deal with the cartel."

That was a good question, wasn't it?

Tristan met us at the door when we arrived back at the lake house.

“We’ve got him,” I told him.

“Mario?”

I nodded and filled him in on what we’d discussed with my father. “He has a meeting in four days where he thinks he’s meeting with our father, but instead, he’ll be meeting with one of his men.”

He smiled. "You."

“And ‘Nicole’.”

Tristan exchanged a glance with Enzo. “Ok, then.”

Four days. I had four days left with Veda. Four days before I could wipe the smile off my brother’s face with a bullet.

I heard a noise above us and looked up to find Veda hastily rising to her feet, her long hair pulled back and a book in her hand. "Let's take this into the office," I told them, dragging my eyes away from her white face.

I cursed under my breath as we relocated to my office, where I began to pace. I took a deep breath. I couldn't let my...attachment to Veda fuck with me. Not now. This had to be done. My life and the life of my friends hung in the balance. I leaned back against my desk. "Okay. Let's go over the plan."

I’d left the door open, half expecting her to follow us, to try to stop me, to give me a reason not to do this. One I couldn’t argue my way out of.

But she never appeared.

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