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“What can you tell us about the D-2S?” Emilio asked.

“Who?”

Charles gestured to one of his enforcers, who stepped forward and started ripping clothing from the guy.

“No! Wait! I know the same as anyone else with ears. They’re terrorists.”

“They’re your clients,” Emilio pointed out.

Somehow, the guy’s sheet-white face grew even paler. “I didn’t know,” he whispered.

Annoyingly, his wolf wasn’t giving him any indication of a lie in his voice.

“What the fuck do you know, then?”

“Nothing. We enter the city on the northern Boundary Road. Delivery is to a parking lot just outside the city limits.”

Rocco frowned and took out his phone to message someone as the interrogation continued.

“That’s on the border of Cruor Coven territory. Are you saying it’s the vampires collecting the weapons?”

“I have no idea. We never see who it is. Rumour is they’ve got tunnels under the whole city, though. It could be anyone.”

“You didn’t sense a glamour when you were there?” Rocco asked.

The man shook his head as shivers wracked his body and his lips turned blue. It was not the kind of night you wanted to be pinned to a building naked .

“You’ve got a witch running rogue somewhere,” Charles pointed out.

Rocco shook his head. “There isn’t an air witch in the city powerful enough to pull off that kind of glamour right under my nose.”

“Except you,” the Silverlake enforcer pointed out.

Emilio spun on him with a snarl, stalking toward him until Rocco placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, stopping him with nothing more than the slightest of pressure.

“I haven’t been in New Trinity long enough to hide a city-wide tunnel system,” Rocco pointed out.

Emilio’s eyes narrowed as he glared at the enforcer, barely listening as Charles took over questioning their informant, quizzing the guy on exactly what they’d got up to in Silverlake territory before they’d been caught.

Rocco’s phone buzzed a while later, and the enforcer paused to let him answer it. The tension headache that had been growing in Emilio’s temples from the man’s screams subsided a little as he quieted.

“The MC can’t find any sign of a glamour or tunnels at the location,” Rocco said.

“Pete swore he saw an opening in the ground that disappeared when he went back for something on our last drop,” the guy said. He’d become increasingly helpful as the night went on.

“And where is Pete now?” Emilio asked.

“He took a bullet to the head from your friends there,” the guy said. He was exhausted. Defeated. He knew he wasn’t getting out of this alive, and he wanted it over as quickly as possible.

Rocco came and hooked his chin over Emilio’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around his waist as Emilio leaned back into him. “It’s technically just outside Cruor Coven territory. We can set up surveillance there without starting a war. ”

Emilio nodded. He was fairly certain Darius, the vampire who lived in the mountains near there, would be happy to help them out with that.

If his brother’s coven was involved in shifting the weapons and Darius could find evidence, it would help him in his efforts to take over.

His people would be much less noticeable in that location than the pack or the MC, given that they patrolled the area anyway.

He didn’t need the Silverlake pack knowing any of that, though, so he didn’t say any of it aloud.

He just flicked Marco a text explaining what they needed.

His Alpha could take care of squaring it off with Blaze and the MC.

Emilio had no interest in getting in the middle of the families’ politics.

Not when it might affect his access to his mate.

“We might be able to use our guest here to draw Kyan out if it is him,” Emilio said.

“No. The bodies are mine,” Charles said. “Their supplier needs to know he can’t use my territory to arm fucking terrorists. I need them to send the message.”

The guy hanging on the wall in front of them let out an anguished moan as he realised just how fucked he was. Served him right for transporting bombs that even the Lunettis didn’t touch.

There was no point arguing with Charles.

Regardless of their good relationship, Emilio wasn’t going to get anywhere with a fuming mad Alpha defending his territory.

He’d just have to find another way to send his message.

It was a shame. The guy would’ve been the perfect addition to his bridge artwork.

“Want me to steal his body and leave a glamour in his place?” Rocco murmured as they headed back out into the darkness toward their bikes after saying their goodbyes.

“No, it’s not worth starting a feud with Charles over.”

“Okay. Don’t worry. We’ll find the perfect person for the bridge. ”

Emilio jolted to a stop, staring at Rocco in surprise. “How did you know that’s what I wanted him for?”

“Because I know you . I’m glad you’re ready to use your art in pack business. You deserve for them to know that part of you.”

Rocco reached out as Emilio stared at him, using a single finger to shut his jaw that had dropped open in surprise before pressing a whisper-soft kiss to his lips and carrying on to his bike.

Emilio hadn’t even consciously processed the fact that sending a message to Kyan through his art would’ve meant letting his family into the last of his secrets.

Now that it had been drawn to his attention, he realised he was ready to show himself to them.

Deep inside, he knew a large part of the reason for that was because this man, his mate, had seen everything first and he was still here.

Still obsessed. Still looking at him like he couldn’t see anything else.

It was terrifying. It was wonderful. He had a decision to make.