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“Luckily, it just looks like some structural shit. No one was there when the bomb went off. But that was probably on purpose. It was a warning. We won’t be so lucky next time.”
“Next time?” I’m already storming down the stairs, towards my front door.
“Our connection, he found a note. It was written in Latin… but it had the Black Delphi insignia stamped on one of the corners.”
“Fuck!”
Maeve is just opening up the front door when I reach the bottom of the stairs. She hardly jumps as I curse and race towards her.
“Is everything alright, sir?” Maeve asks.
“Give me one second,” I tell Roman. “Maeve, can you stay for the night. I’ll pay you double. Something just came up.”
Maeve barely even hesitates. With a light sigh, she takes off her jacket and turns right back around. She really is the perfect mafia maid.
At least now I have one less thing to worry about. But that’s not exactly comforting, because this new problem is huge.
“Roman, where are they going to hit next?”
“I’m not sure. They left a fucking riddle. I figured you could help out.”
“Where are you?”
“Parked just around the block from city hall.”
Slipping on my shoes, I pull open the foyer closet and grab two guns and a whole lot of ammo.
“I’ll be right there.”
Roman hangs up and I head outside, slamming the front door shut behind me.
Sophia is going to have to wait. Her people have finally decided to fight for her.
Good.
I’m going to fight them right back. Because even if she twists me into fucking knots, Sophia is still mine. I’ve claimed her—and I’m not ready to give her up.
Not yet.
15
Leo
Simul venerunt nova et vetera,
Si vis discere a mortuis potes unum uri,
Antinqua mysteria, buried in sempiternum,
Non ex schola, neque futuram est.
“What the fuck is this shit,” I grumble, turning the dusty note over in my hand. It’s still stained by the rubble that our connection found it half covered in, and I can see the dust particles float off of the page as I shake it one more time—as if that will do me any good.
“I thought you said that you could read Latin?” Ray taunts.
Opening up the passenger door to his range rover, I stare down at the note one more time before I take my seat.
“Reading it isn’t the problem,” I say. “Understanding it is.”
