Page 97 of The Capo

“We need to talk,” Rocco said as he moved to the window to retrieve his things. “Shit, man. I tried to call you just before I was picked up.”

“How the fuck did they know where you were?”

“I have no clue. They were suddenly surrounding me like a SWAT team.”

“Come on, gentlemen,” Sante said after waiting for Rocco to sign the paperwork. “We have a lot to discuss.”

“It’s gonna need to wait.” I took long strides down the corridor, immediately dialing the number to the phone I’d purchased for her. It rang and rang, finally coming up with a generic beep. She’d yet to set up a voicemail. I instantly had a bad feeling, jogging the rest of the way out of the precinct.

“Hold up, boss. I really need to talk to you.” When Rocco jerked my arm, pulling me to a full stop outside of the precinct, I snarled at him.

“Something is wrong. We need to get back to the condo.”

“I know why this is happening,” Rocco insisted after I’d jerked away from him.

“Spill it. Quickly. Then we’re leaving.”

“Because of Margaret.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Margaret was murdered.”

“What?” Now I was confused as fuck. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m trying to tell you that Raphael Alturo is Margaret’s brother.”

There was no fucking way. “Why the fuck does he blame me? I didn’t kill her.”

He cocked his head just as an oversized SUV roared into the parking lot, stopping with a jerk. The headlights were blinding but I could see at least one person inside the vehicle. That’s the moment I knew what had occurred. Blood was thicker than water. Sweet Jesus.

As all four doors opened, men climbing out, I rushed forward. Then I grabbed my brother by the collar, issuing a brutal punch. “You fucking son of a bitch. You killed her. You killed Margaret Alturo. You’re to blame for what’s going on. I could fucking kill you.”

Arman was shocked, the single brutal punch knocking him backward by several feet.

“Whoa!” Both Maddox and Rocco rushed toward us.

Before I had a chance to swing again, Rocco jerked me away. “Don’t do this. Not here.”

I took a deep breath, rubbing my jaw and nodding. “I’m fine. I’m fucking fine.” When he let me go, I couldn’t help myself, lunging toward my brother again, able to take another brutal swing. “You fucker. Why? Why did you fucking do it?”

He threw out his arms, keeping his men from jumping me, rubbing his jaw. After taking several deep breaths, he approached. “Because you’re family. Because I had to. Because she nearly destroyed you.”

“Did you know who the fuck she was?”

“No. I only just found out, which is why I’ve been trying to call you.”

“Is that why you’re here?”

“That and I was able to reach Delaney. She told me what happened. I jumped on the plane as soon as I heard.”

“We need to get to her now. If anything happened to her, I will kill you myself, brother. Blood or no blood. You had no right.” I headed toward Sante’s Mercedes, enraged at what Arman had done. How could he do something so… It was exactly what I’d do. God. This was such a fucking mess.

“I’ll follow you to the condo. We’ll make a plan,” Arman called after me.

“Whatever.”

“Wait. There’s one more thing you need to know,” Rocco said before I climbed into the passenger seat.

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