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A red haze coated my vision. The only reason I’d almost blown my cover was because he’d been dodging my calls, and he had the nerve to insinuate it was all my fault? “Everything is not all right! I’ve been calling you for days, Pierce. Where the hell have you been?”
“Busy.” The grin fell away, and he was all business for once. “We may be making a move on Giorgio soon. Your little American friend has pushed the timeline up a good bit.”
“Cole?” Apprehension skittered up my spine. “What does he have to do with any of this?”
“You don’t know?” Utter glee colored his tone, and the grin was back in full force.
“How am I supposed to know anything when you do not answer your goddamn phone?”
“I thought you would have pieced it together by now.”
If I didn’t know any better, I would have said he was mocking me. And maybe he was. Pierce had always been a competitive asshole.
“Didn’t you research him at all?”
“Of course I did. And I learned enough to assume he is here because Giorgio had a hand in his cousin’s murder.”
Excitement flashed in his eyes. The thrill of the hunt. I recognized it for what it was, considering how often I’d felt it myself when finally closing in on a target.
“That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Your new best buddy is the son of none other than Raphael DeCosta.”
My brain went into overdrive, working furiously to place the name. And when it clicked, the room spun around me. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah. Your little boyfriend is the crowned prince of one of the largest crime families in the United States. And you’re going to help us nail him.”
Merde.