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Fuck. There is no doubt in my mind it was the Renzettis that stole our weapons. And Luca knew about this delivery long before last week. “And you didn’t think to tell him you were busy.”

“I already told you I thought this would be beneficial for The Partners. He said he was only in town one day and I needed to get his commitment to join us.”

Fire burns through my veins. I have nothing else to say to him, nothing that will get through his thick skull that he might have just destroyed us. “Call your father. I have a mess to clean up.”

I shove my phone in my pocket and pace the room, anger fuming from every single one of my pores.

“You could give him the benefit of the doubt. Luca had quite an identity change. He is barely recognizable.”

I hold up my hand to Tomas. “And you know if I was in Roland’s shoes, I would have sent that video footage from the club directly to you. You would have used your recognition software to figure it out.”

“I do have the best there is.”

I slam my hands on the desk in front of him. “And would poorer software determine the same thing?”

Tomas looks at me in a way I feel like he looked at his targets before the final blow. “Yes.”

I walk away from him. I know he was only trying to prove a point, but it doesn’t do anything to settle the rage inside of me. Roland’s mistake could cost me not just my life but Bella and Aria’s too.

I storm out of the office and find Dimitri sitting on the sofa sipping a glass of vodka.

“You here to take me somewhere and kill me?”

I stare at him in shock. “What makes you think that?”

“I told you earlier I accepted my punishment. I know how The Partners work. I’ve said my goodbyes.”

I walk over to the bar and pour myself a glass of whiskey. “I’m not going to kill you. Roland, maybe. But not you. This had absolutely nothing to do with you.”

“I was there. It doesn’t matter if it had anything to do with me.”

“I’m not like those above me. I know when I need someone in the ranks.”

“You don’t have to break the rules for me,” he says as he looks down into his empty glass.

I throw back my drink, knowing I need to call my father. “I’m not. You are an asset to us. And as far as I’m concerned, you saved us from losing all the weapons.”

He nods as he grabs the vodka bottle and pours more into his glass.

“Don’t blame yourself for this.”

“I just wish I had… I don’t know.”

I pour more whiskey into my glass, not sure what to say to him when my phone rings again. “I need to take this.”

I push open the office doors and answer my father’s call.

“I’m assuming you talked to Roland,” he says.

“I just got off the phone with him ten minutes ago.”

“His father texted me.” He clears his throat as I hear him settle into a chair. “What did you find out?”

“He was meeting with a man, trying to close a deal. The man arranged for a meeting last night. He thought it was some businessman from South America named Sergio Rojas. It was Luca Renzetti.”

He is silent for a few moments. “And what is your plan?”

I roll my eyes, knowing he can’t see my face. “I’m working on it. Like I said, I just got confirmation that it was Renzetti.”