“Great,” I muttered. That’s just what I needed, the entire Eagle Tactical team and the mafia coming head-to-head.
My foot was like lead on the pedal, flying through the gravel roads, kicking up stones and dirt in a cloud of dust behind me.
I hurried toward the bar. I shouldn’t have been surprised that Dante wanted to meet me there. It was after all their turf.
Dante owned the bar, laundered money through it, and that had been how he’d gained power with Enzo, earning his trust as his second.
What happened to Enzo?
Was he at the bar with Dante right now? Had that been why they’d asked me to join them?
I pulled up out front and shut off the engine. Exhaling a heavy breath, I checked the glove compartment for a weapon.
I shoved the Glock into the waistband of my pants before I stepped out and headed for the front door of the bar.
The hinges on the heavy wooden squeaked as I yanked it open.
In the corner booth, the darkest part of the bar, Dante sat his back to the wall, his gaze on the door.
Jaxson and Lincoln sat at the bar, both of them with a drink in their hands, but they didn’t appear to be throwing any back.
The place was mostly empty.
Dante had been waiting for me.
How long had he been here?
Dante nursed a cold bottle of beer. His fingers stroked the glass. “Nice of you to join me,” he said.
I climbed into the booth and sat opposite of him. I wasn’t comfortable with my back to the door. My stomach sunk from the feeling that someone could come up from behind and I wouldn’t see them.
But Jaxson and Lincoln were a few feet away. They’d have my back.
At least I hoped they’d have my back. I hadn’t exactly had theirs lately.
I was trying to make amends and do right by them.
“Enzo didn’t answer his door,” I said.
Dante shrugged and sipped his beer. “I suppose he’s not home.”
Well, that was cryptic.
“I have questions,” I said. “For starters, you all betrayed me, snatching my fiancé and handing her over to the enemy.”
Dante held up a hand. “Was she really your fiancé?”
Had he seen through the charade?
“Where’s Benjamin Ryan?” I asked, ignoring Dante’s question and changing the subject.
“You mean the rat,” Dante muttered under his breath. “You tell me. You hired him.” Dante’s eyes tightened and flinched.
“You know where he is,” I said and leaned forward. “Tell me, and I’ll keep you out of this mess that Enzo and Angelo dug for themselves.”
He took another swig of his beer. “They dug their graves. I always told Enzo not to deal with Angelo. You can’t ever trust another don, but Enzo was all brass and no brains.”
Was?