I’ll be calling from a new number. Answer, please.
I sit up and glance over at Sin.
“Grey?” he asks, and I nod.
I’ve been waiting for this.
Not only to have proof that he’s still alive, but also because it’s time to make some moves of our own. Cat is clearly looking for something with which to pin the boys to the wall. I won’t let him do that. I’m going to prove to him that we’re all in this together.
As soon as the call comes in, I pick up, a tight smile on my face as I greet Grey through the screen.
“You’re alive,” I say, not bothering to hide the relief in my voice. “Any trouble?”
He shakes his head slightly.
“My father knows that Gaz is dead. Not sure how, but he does. That means you’ve got at least one more rat on the compound.” Grey exhales. “Now that I’m out of that house, I suppose this might be a good time to tell you that I wasn’t just on the compound to bring the antidote. I was supposed to be leading a team in to search for you in the aftermath.”
I raise a brow, and he smiles tightly at me.
“They were all killed, by the way. My team. Not an accident on my part either, but we ran into a group of guards near the western wall of the compound.” Grey shrugs his shoulders, and I shake my head. He said that Kian was ruthless? Looks like it runs in the family. He isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty to achieve his goals, whatever the cost. “Your father should either have left the compound recently or be on his way out.”
“How would you know that?” I ask, throwing a glance in Sin’s direction. He’s got one knee up, his elbow resting against it as he watches me. He’ll listen to whatever Grey wants to say, but he won’t trust any of it. None of them will. Not that I blame them. If Grey did want to fuck me over, this would be a good time to do it.
“Because the hit is supposed to take place tonight. Your father’s little FBI plant? He isn’t working for DBD anymore: he’s working for us. And trust me, he’s as loyal as they come. He has no choice, considering we’ve got his brother.” Grey pauses and glances to one side, like he’s listening for something. He turns his attention back to me. “He’s supposed to meet with Cat tonight to discuss the investigation into those bad drugs you doled out.”
“Your bad drugs,” I clarify, and Grey smiles tightly. On the inside, however, I’m freaking out. I’m panicking. As dangerous as Cat is, as much as I’d like to see him punished for his role in my sisters’ deaths, I don’t want him to die tonight at the hands of the mafia.
He isn’t allowed to die before we get a chance to talk. To really fucking talk. I need that. Even if he doesn’t talk back to me, I want a chance to give voice to all the dark things inside of me. My father owes me that much at least.
“Cat’s supposed to be meeting his informant inside the Ashbury police station.”
Mm. Sounds like something Cat would do. Protects both him and his informant. It’s hard to carry out an execution inside a public building full of cops. Not to say it’s impossible, especially considering the number of officers my father has in his pocket.
But it definitely complicates things.
“I don’t know where my father’s tactical team is meant to be assembling, only that they’ll be there.” Grey raises a hand, lifting five fingers and ticking them off. “All five men were present when your sisters died. There were more of them there that day, but it’d be impossible for me to know what grunts were sent in. But if you want to know who pulled the trigger on Queenie and who raped Posey, that man will be amongst these five. There’s no way they would’ve let one of the lower-ranking men take a turn on the club president’s daughter; they’d want that moment for themselves. Mostly, I’d keep my eye out for the team’s leader: Cosimo Balotelli. I’ll send all of their pictures over to you.”
Bile rises in my throat, and I let that hot anger sweep over me. There’s a time and place for it, and this is it.
This is fucking it.
“I’m going to kill every single one of them,” I hiss, and Grey’s face softens slightly.
“Be careful, Gidge. I’d love it if you could—it’d sure help me out a fuck of a lot—but try not to die out there.”
“Call me if you learn anything else,” I say, and then I’m hanging up and throwing my feet over the side of the bed. Sin’s hand latches onto my arm, fingers squeezing hard.
