Page 78 of My Ghost

I nod again.

“How much does he know?”

“Not much,” I whisper hoarsely.“They’re good at hiding.”

“Don’t lie to me.”He takes a step forward.

“A message,” I say hastily.“I’ve…found a message but Matteo doesn’t know about it, I decided to investigate it first before telling him.”

That gets his attention.He is studying me now.“What message?”

“Geryon.”I watch his face turn somber.“There was a message in the darknet.It was a meeting request with someone named Geryon.”

“That dimwit.”He looks down at Dave.“He said he’d taken it down right away after sending it.”

No way.Dave sent the message and Rourke… Realization crashes into me like a freight train.

“You…are Geryon,” I whisper, stunned.

He sneers.“You’re not half as dumb as I’d thought.Maybe you can be useful, after all.”

He takes his gun out and holds it under my chin.“Now tell me who the Tracker is.I want his identity.”

The tracker?

“I…I know no one with that name, I swear.”Fear is clawing at my insides, making bile rise in my throat.

“Don’t play dumb with me.I want the guy you are working for, the one who is tracking us from the shadows.I need to take him down before he finds out too much.”

Understanding crashes through me.He’s after…me.

He must sense my shift because he is pressing the gun harder against my jaw.

“I-I know their identity,” I whisper.His eyes gleam in victory.

“I can show you.Their ID is locked in a secure vault.I know the access.”I nod toward the laptop on the desk.

He watches me for a beat then chuckles.“Do you think I’m stupid?I won’t risk you touching a device and alerting anyone.You will guide me through to this vault.”

This is it.Game over.But I’m as good as dead anyway, so I’ll make it count.I just hope that Matteo will be here fast enough to rescue Lydia.

At this moment, I come to the realization that I trust him.Completely.Unconditionally.With my heart, with my life.And I’ve never told him.Grief and regret claw at my throat, making it difficult to breathe.But it is too late for regrets now.

For the next half-hour, I guide Rourke through strings of characters and cyber mazes to the information that will cost me my life.

Chapter Forty-Two

Matteo

“He’s not here.”Luc’s quiet voice crackles through the phone speaker.He has taken a team to Dave’s apartment and is updating me in real time through his phone.I hang up, lungs burning with each breath.

With the information Erin left me, it was easy to find out who sent the message.She would have eventually found the traitor herself, but she didn’t dig further.Probably because she didn’t want to alert me by triggering another trap.Because she believed that I was involved.Because she still didn’t trust me.I push the thoughts down before they destroy me completely.Dave was careful to send the message from a burner phone but the fucker was dumb enough to use the club’s guest + I found out he was also the one authorizing shipments to go through our port, using my name.I’m gonna rip his limbs out one by one when we find him.But he’s not there.And he left his phone at home, I have no way of tracing him.

It was him.He is involved in Manticore.And I let him near Erin.

I.Can’t.Fucking.Breathe.

I slam my fists on the wood of the conference table.I have been locked in this room for almost twenty-four hours and every passing second is driving me further down the dark path of insanity.Our men are combing through the city to find a clue, any clue.Luc is directing field operations while D oversees tactics.And me?I’m the useless asshole steadily unraveling in his office.