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I opened the door wider, letting Callum Malone into the room. Behind him were Lucan, Niall, and Aran.

“Need to talk to you and I didn’t want Caity to overhear.”

“That sounds ominous.” Rubbing the back of my neck, I walked behind the desk and fell into the chair.

“Petrovich wasn’t the only fucker Kelley was connected to,” Callum began.

“Of course he wasn’t.” Mac sat on the edge of the desk and waited.

“The Albanians are trying to make a move. As are the Farina Family and the Harlem River Boys.”

I groaned and ran my hands over my face. This was a clusterfuck.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“No proof.” Callum shrugged. “All we have are rumors and whispers.”

“Alright.” I stood behind the desk, looking through the files in front of me. “We need to finish going through this shit. I hate to leave you with a mess to clean up, but Kelley is our priority. Find the proof you need and call Maxim. He can deal with the Albanians. Cesar gets the Farina Family; they would be under his jurisdiction. And that leaves the Harlem River Boys for you.”

Mac and I gathered up the last few piles we needed to go through and tossed them into a box.

“The boys will help you load up what you’re taking with you.”

Lucan, Niall and Aran each grabbed two boxes and followed Mac out the door, leaving Callum and I alone in Kelley’s office. I tossed him the keys Caity had given me.

“You up for this?” I asked, knowing he didn’t really have a choice.

“Yea, I’ve pretty much been running shit for over a year now.”

“Why the fuck didn’t you say something?”

“Like I said, no proof. Can’t tattle on the boss unless I had hard evidence he was doing shit behind Sal’s back.”

Callum was right. If he ran to Sal without evidence, he’d be seen as a snitch, nothing more than trying to take over. Despite how much we despised Kelley, he was still Sal’s brother-in-law.

For now, anyway.

I looked Callum over. He had always been loyal to a fault. I was taking a chance trusting him with this information, but there was a possibility Mac and I had missed something.

“What you know about Maddie?”

Callum’s eyes dropped to the floor, and it told me everything I needed to know.

“Again, just rumors and whispers, but... Word on the street is Maxim’s nephew is her son.”

Blowing out a long breath, I sat back down.

“It’s true. Maddie never said a word. We only found out a few months back. Right before Kelley disappeared. The boy’s father was Salvatore Valentinetti.”

Callum whistled. He stayed quiet, waiting for me to continue.

“Kelley gave him up to Petrovich.”

“Two birds, one stone,” Callum said.

“What do you mean?” My eyes narrowed on him.

“With Valentinetti gone, Kelley would assume Maddie would step up for her son, flushing the kid out. He also gained favor with Petrovich. Only problem was, he backed the wrong Russian.”