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He hesitates for a moment. "Rumor is that she's pregnant with Guerrero's kid."
"You're kidding me."
"We're looking into it."
I grunt, but don't say anything. If she's pregnant with his kid, I haven't heard anything about it. Not that I would have. Guys like Guerrero have a lot of kids running around. Most of the time, they don't even know the kids. They certainly don't stick around to take care of them. If this Ortega is pregnant with his kid, it's doubtful that the information helps us much. Still…Finn wouldn't have brought it up if he thought there wasn't anything to it. He's done this shit long enough to know how to cut through the bullshit to get to what matters.
"Where's she at, Finn?" I ask him.
"You and Brady need to cool it for a while," he says instead of answering. "LAPD is starting to get antsy about all the injured cartel members you're leaving scattered around the city. If they catch up with the two of you, they will drag your asses in. I've got enough shit to deal with already."
"Where's she at, Finn?" I ask again, ignoring him.
"I told you, we're looking into it. Let it go, Roman."
"You know I can't do that," I say softly. He doesn't really want me to let it go anyway. If he did, he wouldn't have even brought her up. I know him. I know how his mind works. And I know damn well he wants a bullet in Guerrero's head as badly as I do. Unlike me, he's just not willing to do it himself.
"Fuck," he curses and then rattles off an address in Mar Vista.
I repeat it back, committing it to memory.
"Whatever you're going to do," he says, "you better do it fast. We're bringing her in."
"Son of a bitch. When?"
"As soon as I can spare a team."
"Give me two hours."
"Roman."
"Two hours, Finn. You know what'll happen to her if you go in and pull her out."
"Fuck, fine. You got two hours, and then we're bringing her in whether you like it or not," he mutters. "Hurry the fuck up and do whatever you've got to do."
"Yeah, thanks." I disconnect and then scroll back to Mila's text and run my fingers across the words, reminding myself what I'm fighting for. Why I'm here instead of there with her. I would defend her with my dying breath if that's what it took.
If Guerrero cares about this Ortega…would he do the same for her?
I don't know, but I don't have anything else to go on. If finding her gets me closer to him, I'll search the entire goddamn city.
"Yo, Brady," I yell. "Hurry up. We got shit to do!"
"Give me five minutes," he yells from the back of the house.
Knowing Tahani won't answer her phone if I call her, I lean back against the kitchen cabinet again and dial Trent's number. Until I can be with Mila, someone should be. She's alone and she's scared. She needs her best friend and a little bit of hope. Tahani's the only one who can give her that right now.
"Roman," Trent says on the second ring, wide awake. He's always up with the sun and out on the basketball court not much later.
"I need a favor."
"You know I won't make her talk to you," he says immediately.
I can't even be mad about that. I respect the hell out of him for having the balls to say it. His allegiance is to my daughter, exactly like it should be. I'm fucking proud of her for picking someone worthy of her.
"I'm not asking you to, but I am asking you to take her to Mila," I say, quickly filling him in on the situation or as much of it as possible. He knows more than Tahani about what I do, but not everything. He also knows why I keep this shit from her. I'll never tell her that he's known since shortly after they got together, but he needed to know in case I ever fucking failed her.
"Jesus," he mutters when I'm done talking. "Where is she?"
