“I was talking about what you’ve been doing lately.”
Lately?
My blood ran cold as I saw the truth all over his face.
He knew.
He knew it all.
I thought I’d been so careful.
I thought we’d been safe.
Clearly, we were all mistaken.
Horribly mistaken.
Where was Massimo? And Nino and August? Were they okay? Were they being rounded up as we spoke?
I felt bile rise up my throat at the thought.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, schooling my face into indifferent lines. Lucas had never been great at reading expressions, at understanding the emotions connected to them.
It felt evil doing it, but playing to his weaknesses might be the only thing that could save me. Even if it made me hate myself a little.
Clearly, something in Lucas had, I don’t know, snapped.
I couldn’t look at him as my baby brother anymore. I had to try to look at him as the enemy if I was going to make it out of this.
“Bullshit. Going around behind Colin’s back. Trying to make deals with the Calgary Family. Hiding money. Talking to the fucking mafia.”
Shit.
Shit shit shit shit.
He knew it all.
And in that moment, I wasn’t even thinking about my own safety. I was worried about Massimo if the whole organization knew that he was in town and trying to take Colin out.
“Did you really think it was them trying to contact you?”
“What? Who?”
“The Calgary Family,” he clarified.
“It wasn’t?”
Oh, God.
No.
No, it wasn’t.
I hadn’t seen anyone suspicious because there hadn’tbeenanyone suspicious.
But Lucas had been there.
He’d just gotten a sandwich before he went back to work.