"Yeah."
"The source is solid?"
"Beyond solid."
Only this week, he'd shared with me some of the treasure trove of information that Lodestar had gifted him via the ex-Prez of the Sinners’ MC—Bear. But I knew it was so extensive that intel came in slow bursts as he was going through it on top of his other duties.
"Bear? Or someone else?"
"Bear," he confirmed.
"I don’t know what to do with that information."
"Me either, in all honesty," he admitted. "It doesn’t take away from what he did to Da, but…"
"But what?"
"In Keegan’s eyes, Dadidkill his sister."
Moving over to the sofa in front of my desk, I took a seat, plunking down heavily as fatigue settled like a lead weight on my shoulders.
"What a fucking mess," I muttered as I raked a hand over my head.
"No shit. I’ll get eyes and ears on Jonesy. I’ll also have his car tagged so I can see where he goes."
"Tap into his cell, Conor. I want to know everything."
"I understand,deartháir." His gruff endearment resonated. "Might do the same with the rest of Da’s guards too. Just to be on the safe side."
"Do it."
"Been looking into this guy Stepanov as well."
"What have you learned?"
"He was one of Denis Abramovicz’s underlings."
Before his death, Abramovicz had been the Bratva’s version of Finn. "He’s in finance?"
"Yeah. Pretty good at it too. For the most part. He’s invested millions in NFTs, the dipshit."
I frowned. "Why would he be in-fighting with Lyanov?"
"He was definitely higher in the ranks than Lyanov was before the takeover. I don’t think it’s surprising that becoming Pakhan was easier than holding the position."
"True." Pondering that and what it meant for me and my new role, I instructed, "Thanks, bro. Okay, make sure you get some rest."
"After the to-do list from hell?"
"You’re the one who decided we needed to have this fucking conversation at two AM."
Conor just grunted then cut the call.
It was times like these that the desire for oblivion crawled up my ass.
Times like these where I was reminded that I would always be a fucking addict.
That was when there was a tap on my door.