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“Dominick doesn’t know about my other occupation; I don’t think he cares enough to keep track of me. Enzo is my handler. He’s the one who calls when they have jobs for me. All of them are strictly stealth heist gigs. Like stealing from the Russians.” She unfolded her legs, tucking them once again under the table. Her demeanor changed to professional, guarded. The change showed how much she truly had brought down her walls for us in the time we’d been together.
Dainty fingers pushed the top folder forward.
“You’ve already met the man listed in that file. Turns out Maxim Petrov is the liaison for the Circle. I’m sure you know the Russians are heavily involved with them. But now—”
“Dominick is working with them too,” Caleb filled in, flipping through the papers.
Her hair shook on top of her head, her bun flopping, as she affirmed his statement. “Here’s where shit gets interesting.”
“Oh, because it’s not already interesting?” I asked.
She smirked at my comment but continued. “Ryan’s little problem is connected. Mario, heir to Los Muertos?” She peeked up from where she was shuffling around paperwork in search of something, ensuring we were following. I gave her a slight nod to continue. We were well aware of the little shit stain from the West Coast. “Looks like Mario is trying to team up with Maxim too.”
“Why?” Kenji piped up, thumbing at a few of the top papers—grainy photos showing Mario in some type of club auctioning off women. Bile rose in my throat at the sight.
Was that how my father had sold my sisters?
I pushed the past out of my mind, focusing on the information Scar was laying out for us.
“They’ve got a successful gun smuggling business. As much as it pisses me off to admit it, the prick is good at arms-dealing,” Caleb commented.
Scar laughed.
She laughed so hard she snorted, and her hands slapped over her mouth, pink crawling up her neck. Not even Caleb could hold back a smile at the carefree reaction. She shifted in her seat, clearly a bit embarrassed but trying to play it off. You could drug her, kidnap her, shove your cock down her throat, but it was a snort that would make her uncomfortable.
“He doesn’t do the smuggling.”
“What do you mean?” Caleb asked. “Los Muertos has some of the best clean handguns money can buy. I order from them all the time.”
“Majority of the East Coast orders are run through Tucson. Ryan is in charge of all operations there. So, if you don’t believe me, ask about it when we get there.”
The confidence in her posture had me second-guessing if we truly knew what we were talking about.
She tipped her head to all the evidence she had spread out across the table. It was an impressive spread of information she’d managed to get her hands on. I wanted to ask about it, but clearly, we had bigger problems to solve. Like why this Ryan person had contacted her.
“Sergio, for years, hasn’t wanted anything to do with the skin trade. It’s forbidden in his organization. He’s good people. You know, for someone who sends the heads of his enemies to their homes in boxes anyway. He either, one, changed his mind, or two, doesn’t know that his little boy is a piece of shit.” She ticked off the options on her fingers.
Kenji had been quiet during this time, busy searching through all the paperwork.
“This feels a little like we’re on an episode of Criminal Minds,” I said offhandedly, picking up a file and barely catching the eye roll Caleb gave me. He didn’t say shit, though, because the ass loved that show too, and he didn’t want me to reveal that we watched them together all the time. Sometimes their analyses hit a little too close to home, and I hoped they weren’t spouting true psychology shit on there.
Kenji peeked over the folder.
“Okay, to recap—so I can start drinking—Scar is not blood-related to the Romanos, so our alliance is shit with them, and they already tried to kill us.”
“Yup,” Scar replied, popping the P.
“Dominick’s also an idiot and hasn’t realized that he literally created a killer who I’m sure is plotting his demise. You also loaded fake information on that file, and this Maxim asshole is who everyone is working for. Oh, and now we’re traveling to Arizona because this Ryan person needs this information on Mario, who is also working for Maxim?”
With every word out of Kenji’s mouth, Caleb’s body tensed. But Scar relaxed, reverting back to her position of hugging her knees to her chest.
“And now we need to move up our timeline because Dominick is gunning for us,” Caleb added, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Yeah, that about covers this little session. Now, I could really use a martini and sleep,” she said in a chipper tone.
CHAPTER 35
SCAR
