Page 117 of Righteous Enforcer
He swallows. “They’ve been trying to get into Cavendale’s,” he says of a gentleman’s club. “Drugs and girls.” His eyes dartto the two men flanking me. "Please, Mr. Dante, I've told you everything."
I believe him. Slipping an envelope of cash across the table, I watch relief flood his features. "You never saw us."
For the first time in awhile, I’m feeling like the stars have aligned and my life is on the right track. Not that it was off before, but it was all work. With Eva and Mirabella, I have everything I could ever want. Sure, that kernel of doubt about what she’s hiding still festers deep in my belly.
And I’m really good at getting information. If I walk into an establishment without an appointment, people quake in their boots.
I have a reputation of always extracting the information I need.
And right now, I need to find out what the Bratva is up to.
If I could walk into their world and kill them all, I would. And then my life would be fucking perfect.
I wouldn’t need to know why Ivan wanted Eva because he would be dead.
My phone vibrates in my pocket.
I silence it.
Interruptions break focus, and focus keeps us alive.
But it buzzes again immediately.
Then a third time.
Something's wrong.
I excuse myself, stepping outside into the dim alley.
Three missed calls from the compound's security chief.
My stomach tightens as I return the call. “What.”
"Sir." The man's voice is tight with tension. "There's been an attack."
My blood freezes.
“Two men down. Bratva. Ms. Santoro and the child were taken, but they left the child at the gate.”
I'm already moving toward my car, phone pressed to my ear. "How the fuck did they get into the compound?"
After the Bratva got in trying to kill Luca and Katerina nearly two years ago, security has been impenetrable… well… except when Eva escaped.
"They didn't breach the compound," he explains. "They were at a clinic on Shore Road."
What the fuck is going on? "Mirabella? Where is she?"
"The Bratva dropped her at the front gate fifteen minutes ago. She's with Sophia now, but she's terrified. Won't stop crying."
I can’t wrap my head around what he’s telling me. "What happened, exactly?"
"Ambush in the pediatrician's parking lot. Two of our men are down. Two are dead. They took Ms. Santoro but brought the child here."
My mind races through possibilities, each worse than the last. "Ivan?"
"A witness spotted him in the vehicle."
My brain is moving a million miles a minute.
