Page 129 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don

“My father is here?” I hope my voice doesn’t sound as nervous as I am.

Frank glances at me, his brow furrowed. “No. We’re here to find out what Calabresi has planned. To protect your father. I know you met with Agent Blackwood. Together, with his help, we can end Marco Calabresi.”

My heart is beating so fast I almost can’t breathe.

Frank is the mole?

It doesn’t make sense.

He’s talking about us protecting my father, so why would he be the one making the attacks on my father’s business?

I force myself to look confused. "That's ridiculous. Why would I meet with the FBI?"

The car slows to a crawl as we approach the warehouse. “It’s okay. We’re all on the same page here.” Frank's expression softens slightly. "We’re protecting Don Monti."

"You’re working with Agent Blackwood?” I ask, careful to keep my tone curious rather than accusatory.

Frank parks the car in the shadow of the warehouse. "Calabresi has been using your father for years. Now that your father’s mind is slipping, Calabresi will take what’s rightfully Luca’s and yours. I won’t allow that. Blackwood is a means to Calabresi’s end.”

I nod slowly, as if considering his words. "Why are you bringing me here? Shouldn’t you have your men instead?”

“This is a delicate situation. We’re just here to learn what Calabresi has planned and report back.”

My mind whirls.

There is no meeting.

It’s a story made up as bait for the mole.

"Will Blackwood be there?" I ask, glancing toward the warehouse.

Frank shakes his head. "No. This is just reconnaissance.”

It appears that Frank doesn’t know the information is false.

He thinks I'm genuinely working with the FBI to take down Marco.

I can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or not.

It also seems as if Blackwood bought it as well, except if that’s the case, why isn’t he planning to come and catch Marco in the act of some crime?

I force a smile. "Then let's find out what they're up to." I surreptitiously pull my phone from my purse.

My fingers fumble across the screen as I text a message to Marco.

Frank is the mole. Taking me to east warehouse. Doesn’t realize I made up the story.

I hitSendand slide the phone into my pocket, praying Frank didn't notice.

His gaze is scanning the area around the warehouse. “I wonder what hole he’ll crawl out of.”

Minutes pass with no vibration in my pocket, no reassuring ping of a response.

Did Marco receive my message?

Is he ignoring it?

The thought that he might have blocked my number after our fight makes my stomach clench with dread.