Page 28 of Owned By the Mafia

The days tick by as we spend every waking hour, with hardly any sleep, combing through the various exits from that area. It takes just over a week, but we finally figure out which car our attackers are in.

“Yup, it’s definitely these guys. There’s a hit on every one of them on the police database,” I say, yawning slightly.

Carmine nods, downing another cup of coffee. “Still can’t tell who the other guy is.”

“We have to keep looking, but at least we know and have proof the killers aren’t our men.” I smile. “That should ease the Russians quite a bit.”

“I’ll get this information to Alessandro,” Carmine says. “You get some rest.”

“I think that’s a great idea,” I say, yawning again. We need to keep looking for the traitor, but tomorrow is another day.”

We part ways, and I go to bed, flopping into it and imagining Robbie there beside me, proud of my hard work.

Chapter 15 - Robbie

I don’t want to think about her anymore. I want to put her out of my mind and distract myself, but my obsession doesn’t allow for that. I’m going to try my best, in any case. I message Aiden and Callum and meet them at my private offices. They’re there before me, waiting in the board room, having a cigarette. I take one from Aiden and light it. “Morning, lads.

I sit opposite them, and they mumble their good mornings. Since we were lads, we’ve always been a little trio of trouble. Their parents worked for my father, and now they work for my brother. It was the natural progression of things.

“Lads, we got a problem. We’ve got a traitor in one of our families and need to figure out who it is. I trust you two above everyone else because I know you’ll never do anything to put our boys in danger. We’re going to spend the week figuring out who’s still loyal to Ronan and who could possibly be fucking us over.” I inhale deeply as I draw on the cigarette and sigh, the smoke trickling out my mouth.

Aiden leans back after finishing his cigarette. “What? Just go through a list of the lads and lasses and see who we think it could be?”

“We’ll start by visiting the attack sites this week and see if there is anything we can learn. Then yes, we’re going to start tracking down where everyone was during those attacks.” My explanation and plan are simple. Dina would have overcomplicated things, wanted spreadsheets and shit. I don’t have time for that.

I kill my cigarette and stand. “I doubt the Sorvinos will let us onto the estate to investigate, so let’s start at the pier, then we’ll go to the Volkov laundromat.”

They stand and follow me out. We take my car and sit in silence as I drive, not even music in the background to cut the silence.

I can’t help but think of how Dina looked in the shower, how she felt moving against my body, and how she tasted. I lick my lips.

“Robbie!” I glance at Aiden.

“Sorry, I was lost in thought. What did you say?” I glance at him again, and he frowns.

“I could see you weren’t listening. I was saying the men aren’t going to like that we’re questioning our own boys when we should be questioning Russians and Italians. Don’t you think? We’re basically announcing that we don’t trust them.”

I shake my head. “Someone is already looking into them. We know our men better than we know the Russians and Italians, so this is where we’re most useful.”

Aiden nods and sits back. I pull into the pier and park near the crime scene. There aren’t many people milling about as we walk around.

“They probably hid behind the crates round the side.” Callum points to the large wooden crates. “Especially if they came in from a boat.”

“I doubt they did,” I say, rubbing my stubble as I think. “They drove in, and they attacked. Eye witness accounts have said so.”

Callum looks around. “What eyewitnesses?”

I shrug. “There were some. It doesn’t matter.”

“Well, it does because they can describe what the men look like.” Callum comes over to me. “Why don’t you give me their details, and I’ll go round and ask them some questions.”

I shake my head. “No, I need you with me.”

He looks impatient, and I snort. “Relax, Callum, just because I don’t do it your way doesn’t mean I think less of you.”

Callum nods and starts walking around the outskirts of the scene.

Aiden stoops low and touches two fingers to the floor. “Whoever it was sped off fast enough to leave skid marks.”

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