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Before she was even finished, the door behind her swung open, and several men in suits strode in. Kenna spun to face them, backing up at the sight of Gregorio and his guys entering the lobby.
Three actually shifted and tugged her behind him. “Greg.”
The Mafia don glared at him. “I should have killed you when I had the chance.”
Three shook his head. “You never had the chance. And you won’t get it.”
Perhaps it wasn’t so smart to challenge a Mafia don to his face, in front of men who would kill to protect him, but it seemed like they knew each other.
Gregorio looked at her. “Your time is running out.”
“I don’t answer to you.” She lifted her chin. “Nicola is your family, not mine.”
“You put her on someone’s radar.”
“I’m not rehashing this entire conversation again when we already established you don’t want to put the work in. You want someone to blame.”
Three shifted his weight from one foot to the other, keeping his body loose in case he needed to fight.
But Gregorio’s guys no doubt had guns, just like Kenna and Jax.
If this situation turned into a shoot-out, none of them were bulletproof.
She lifted her hands. “My husband and I came here about Nicola. So we can find where she was taken or where we should start looking for her. We need help because these people have dirty cops on their payroll.”
For all she knew, Doctor Buzard had been regularly snatching people from their lives for years.
Gregorio looked at the older men. “You know where she is?”
Three said, “I told you I’d keep tabs on her.”
“But you let her get kidnapped.”
“You’re the one who drove her away. She left Vegas in the first place because she couldn’t stomach being around you.”
Gregorio shifted closer to Three. “So you swept in like her savior, along with that junkie daughter of yours.”
“Better than?—”
“Guys.” Kenna got between them, pushing Three back a little. Trying to get them both to stand down. She could’ve let them keep talking, and she might have learned even more information. Like how Dana was evidently Three’s daughter. Did she know her father was here, in Phoenix, keeping an eye on Nicola—and probably Dana as well? But they were escalating, and she needed them to focus. “We aren’t going to find Nicola this way.”
Kenna turned to Three. “Have you talked to Dana? Is she safe?”
“She’s good where she is.” Three didn’t look at her. He kept his focus on Gregorio.
“If we work together, we’ll have a better chance of finding Nicola.” They probably wouldn’t agree easily, but maybe they’d listen to her idea if she divided up tasks to work toward the same goal by doing different things. “And anyone else Buzard has taken.”
“He’s a Santino, and I don’t care. You think we’re going to do this for altruistic reasons?” Three scoffed. “Buzard ruined my life. What do I care if he’s doing the same to anyone else? Far as I can see, it’s not my problem.”
“You wanna go talk to Dana? Ask her if she thinks you should help find Nicola.”
He flinched.
“Does she even know that her friend was taken because of you, and she was traumatized witnessing it?”
“I had nothing to do with that!”
She refused to flinch. “He’s operating because you haven’t stopped it. It happened because you sat around and did nothing.”