Page 22 of Mob Queen
“Do you have any suspicions?” Rome’s returned to his normal self.
“None at all.”
“Could it be a rival?”
“Who else would want him dead?”
“FBI, cops, I don’t know.”
“FBI would’ve wanted him behind bars, not killed assassination-style. There’s no way this was above board.”
Rome nods. “I take your word for it, Frank. Besides, you’re right. This isn’t the M.O of the cops.” He runs his hand through his hair and sucks in a deep breath. “What are you going to do when you find out who killed Dad?” I flick him a dark look. “Good, but do me a favor.”
“What?”
“Let me be part of that one.”
Interesting. I never thought my brother would want to get his hands dirty, especially considering he and our father never saw eye to eye. Dad wanted him to live the lifestyle, and Rome wanted out. The fights and the screaming used to set me on edge. Yet here we are. Exactly how Dad would’ve wanted us to be. “Done.”
Chapter 8
Jeremy
“Here’s the file you requested.” Zac walks into my office and places a thick file on my desk.
I look away from my computer and glance at the folder. “On the DeLucas?”
“That’s what you asked for,” Zac replies with irritation.
“What’s wrong with you?” I pick the file up and begin to flick through it, not paying attention to Zac’s grievances. But his silence intrigues me. So, I stop scanning the pages and look up to Zac. “What?”
His eyes dart to the file in my hands, then back up to meet mine. “They’re dangerous.”
“The DeLucas?” Zac slowly nods. “Good, then I’ll do everything in my power to lock them up.”
“People like them don’t go to jail for long.”
“We got Al Capone on tax evasion, I’m sure I can get the DeLucas on something like that.” I smirk as I scan the top page, but Zac hasn’t left my office. “What is it now?”
“It’s usually people like me who become the first victims.”
I snicker and shake my head. “You watch too many movies. The DeLucas won’t come after you.” My brows lift when I see that Martino DeLuca was gunned down. “Why wasn’t I informed that Martino DeLuca was killed?”
“I only found that out while I was compiling information from the local police, and whatever information I could find on the internet. The FBI wouldn’t even return my call.”
“They won’t if they’re investigating the DeLucas.” I keep reading and lift my brows when I see Frankie DeLuca is now the new head of the family. “You can go,” I say to Zac as I immerse myself in the file. No wonder it was Frankie at the ball and not her father.
It takes me over an hour to read everything in the file, and I smirk to myself when I see all the illegal activities Frankie DeLuca is part of. Guns, drugs, money laundering and prostitution. I’m surprised human trafficking isn’t on the list too. Maybe they keep that part as quiet as possible.
I throw the file on the table and lean back in my chair, staring at it. Hayes was taking a bribe for him to look the other way at the docks so they could import what they needed. I scrub my hand over my chin, thinking how to flush these fuckers out of my state.
I need to get rid of her, and her entire operation. I pick my phone up and call a friend of mine at the FBI. “Jeremy,” he answers on the first ring.
“Tyler, how are you?”
“I’m alright. You ready for me to kick your butt at squash again? Is it time for a rematch?” The bastard laughs and I roll my eyes.
“This is more of a work call.”