He sighs before continuing.
“Apparently, The Omen use her as some type of enforcer. She carries out the kills and keeps everything in line. But word has it that The Omen plans to marry her off. If it weren’t for the marriage, word wouldn’t have gotten out about her.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“Who is he marrying her off to?”
Orken narrows his eyes on me and purses his lips, knowing the damage has been done.
“They’re holding a ball in honor of her hand. We don’t know who’s attending. I wouldn’t be there, so it’s not like I give a fuck who marries the bitch.”
“Did you hear them mention her name? You said one man had a picture. Did you see it?”
“Fuck yeah, I saw it.” He huffs out a laugh, then pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. “Sexy as fuck. When she comes for my head, I’ll make sure to beat off to her tight little ass before she gets the chance. Malia, I think they called her. From the picture I saw, she takes after her dad. If you know what he looks like, she wouldn’t look much different. Add longer hair, a perfect set of tits, and a huge ass—you got your girl.”
I smirk at the man who has now zoned out, picturing the female version of his boss.
“Do you normally twiddle your fiddle to your boss, Orken?”
The man blinks at my words, confusion settling on his too-long face. He clearly missed the part where he sexualized his boss into a woman, but I’ll let him figure that out on his own.
“The rumors say she’s more ruthless and unforgiving than her father. We knew The Omen had someone working for him to enforce his hand in some fucked up ways, but…”
He shudders, lost in thought.
“So, all you have for me is that she’s hot, some kind of twisted murderer, and looks like her dad?” I snort.
Sure, it’s some good information that I didn’t have before. But what can I do with this other than try to use Deavers’s contact to get me into this ball? “Have a good night, dickhead.”
Picking up the keys and file from the table, I stride out, leaving Orken to gape at me. If what he says about The Omen having a daughter turns out to be true, she could be the key to getting to him. When I shut the door behind me, my eyes fix on Oren standing beside Deavers.
I walk over in a rush, and they both stand straighter as I approach.
“Find out something?” Oren asks. Deavers turns around to face me.
I nod and lower my voice so only the two of them can hear me. “The Omen has a daughter, but he knew little about her aside from her name and some ball coming up.”
Oren’s body stiffens, and Deavers grunts.
“So, what do you need from us?” Deavers questions me, looking between Oren and me.
“Deavers, I want in on that ball. It’s risky, but I want Oren and me on that guest list. I don’t care if you have to suck someone’s dick to do it, either.”
I turn my focus on Oren, who’s watching me with suspicious eyes.
“Malia Olin, find out what you can. She serves as The Omen’s enforcer and will probably come for our Orken once he’s released.”
“You still want him followed?” Oren asks me.
I nod and walk away, finding myself too overwhelmed with this information. I’m pissed off about how much power this man holds. He can keep a whole person hidden, one who is actively involved in his business.
At best, my knowledge of how the mafia hierarchy and structure work is limited. Every family has its own rules and ways of doing things, but his marrying her off shows that he’s hunting for more power.
It’s not uncommon for criminal families to use marriage to rise in power. There’s so much that I am missing with this new information. I need to sit on it in private.
But there’s one thing I do know: to get to The Omen. I need one of his children to smoke the fucker out of hiding.