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Roman shrugged. “We’ll get it another way.”
“But will we?” Morrigan wanted to know. “Will we get it another way? Because so far, all the other ways have given us sweet fuck all.”
With his shoe now secured, Roman rose to his feet. He was still mighty pissed, and Morrigan was looking more and more like a handy target. “Are you saying I should risk Angel’s welfare?”
Morrigan rolled her eyes. “I’m not saying that at all. You’re deliberately misunderstanding me.”
“Am I?” Roman shot back, taking a step forward.
Morrigan went toe to toe with him. “Yeah. You are. Looks like you could use another round in the ring. Clearly the boys didn’t beat enough sense into you the last time.”
Morrigan wasn’t wrong. He wanted to pound something in the worst way. But not his cousin. And not his friends again. Besides, the bruises from the last time they danced were still fading. They were a sickly yellow and green now, but still visible. He stepped away from Morrigan, knowing she wouldn’t move until he did. “Sorry. I’m sorry.”
Morrigan stared at him for a moment before she half-shrugged. “No problem. You know, you do that a lot easier now.”
He squinted at her. “Do what?”
“Apologize.” She looked everywhere but at him when she added, “It’s nice.” Before he could comment, she continued on. “I get where you’re coming from. I’m just concerned. Godfrey’s trail isn’t just cold, Roman. It’s fucking ice.”
He ran his fingers through his hair, noting idly that he needed a trim. “I know that. But I’m not prepared to put Angel in the line of fire. Whether it be literal or metaphorical. She already had to dodge a car, for Christ’s sake. I don’t want her dodging my uncle.”
“Did you mention her?” Abel asked abruptly. He was leaning against Roman’s desk with his hands in his pockets. “To Armando,” he clarified. “Did you mention Angel to Armando?”
“Of course I fucking didn’t!” Roman responded. “What do you take me for?”
“Then how did he know about her?” Abel pressed, ignoring Roman’s indignation. “He called her by name?”
Roman opened his mouth, only to close it with a snap. “Shit. I didn’t even think...” He shook his head, feeling like a novice in the game. “Yes. He called her by her full name. He even called her doctor. How did I miss that?”
“Because you’re stressed,” Salvatore answered. “Not to mention the pressure you’re putting on yourself. It’s the perfect storm for mistakes.”
“Which I can’t afford to make,” Roman muttered. “Not now. Not when there’s so much to lose.”
“If I was Armando, I’d be keeping tabs on you,” Morrigan pointed out. “It’s really not unexpected that he knows about Angel. I mean, you know about the colonoscopy appointment he had last month.”
“Right. Because I have people spying on him. I want to know when he so much as coughs,” Roman said. He looked around at the faces of his friends. “Inside or outside?”
They all knew what he was asking. Armando clearly had eyes on Roman, perhaps all of them. But were those eyes looking from the outside? Or were they spying from within? And if it was the latter, they had a bigger problem than just Godfrey.
“I’d like to think this isn’t an internal issue, Roman,” Abel said, rising to his full height. “But when you take into account the near miss at Lighthouse and Armando...” He shook his head. “What exactly did he say? Anything to give us a clue?”
Roman thought over the conversation. It was still fresh in his mind, and now that Abel had mentioned it, one detail stood out like a neon sign. “He mentioned Angel moving in.”
Salvatore frowned. “Angel is moving in? You mean she’s staying here until we catch Godfrey?”
Roman shook his head. “No. She’s moving in permanently. I asked her last night. She said yes.”
The happy fact penetrated the ice spreading through his veins from the knowledge that he had a rat in his building. Angel had agreed to live with him. He was living with his woman.
“Will you wipe that stupid look off your face and tell me how the fuck your shitty uncle knows about this, and we don’t?” Salvatore bit out, then his whole body tensed as he braced for the inevitable answer.
“Because we have a leak. An inside leak,” Roman added, fuming.
He was no stranger to dealing with traitors. Every so often, he’d catch one trying to screw him over. But it had been a long time since anyone within Omertà had tried. The people in his innermost sanctum were too loyal. They were people he trusted with his life. But not only that, the lives of his closest friends and family. The thought of anyone on his payroll going behind his back...
“Well, that much is clear,” Sal acknowledged. “But it wasn’t what I was talking about. You and Angel are moving in together?”
“We are,” Roman replied.
