Page 27 of Never Say Never

I took my seat next to Hunter and Jamie, fully focused on work.

"Good." The lights dimmed on York's demand. "We have a raid to get ready for. We've received the location of the Vitales’ auction house. This is where they stash merchandise."

"You mean people?" Jamie asked.

York's lips turned down in a frown. "Yes, amongst other things."

"When?" Summer asked.

That was my exact question. Fuck, a raid on the auction house wasn't good. It was one of the few businesses that stayed in secret. Even the poorest man wouldn't spill information on it. It wasn't a hidden fact that if you snitched on the auction house that you would end up on the stage next.

"Tonight, in the next hour." York grinned. "Got word that Benito and Giancarlo Vitale will be there. We may be able to catch a few others, but they are our main priority."

Fuck.

"Your informant deserves a pay raise," Hunter said. The excitement in his voice at the thought of hurting my family was clear.

I'd kill him right now if it didn't blow my cover.

"They are good, but we're going in blind. They couldn't give me anything but time and an address," York said.

He made sure to keep any information about the snitch anonymous. Shit.

"Can we trust him?" I asked.

York didn't look my way, instead he turned on the TV. A brownstone I knew all too well came into view. It was one of the few places that Benito had gutted out for the auctions to be held. It wasn't the only location, but it was by far the best out of all of them.

Double shit.

"I trust them explicitly," York said as he finally met my gaze head-on.

The team started asking questions as York went over the plan. I was too busy trying to figure out how to get word to my brothers. This was short notice and there was a chance they wouldn't get it in time but I had to try something. If I lost them, then the past few years of living a lie was all for nothing.

"Everyone got it?" York said, dragging me out of my head.

"Yes," everyone said in unison.

He looked at me and I remembered I was still Paul, not Gianpaolo Vitale. I nodded at him. "Yes."

"Thirty minutes and we head out."

I didn't dare move too fast. Paul was good at his job, but he wasn't insane on missions. He took things slowly, making sure the job got done right the first time. Everything in me screamed for me to leave and get ahold of my brothers. But panic never did anyone any good.

"Agent Gallo, are you okay?" York asked.

I stopped short of leaving. Why in the fuck did he care?

"Perfect, sir."

York stared at me, his shoulders dropped as he sighed. Whatever he wanted to say he seemed to swallow back. "Go finish getting ready."

I nodded and headed toward my desk, picking up my phone. Taking the stairs instead of the elevator, I made a small detour. I bypassed the third floor where our gear was located and made my way down a hallway until I hit the dead zone. I found it my first week of working here. I looked around just in case, but there were no cameras and no one near. I had about five minutes before it looked strange that I didn't appear on any surveillance.

I hid a sim card behind one of the paintings on the wall. Making quick work of changing them out, I dialed Benito's number. Two rings went by before a soft click was my only indication that he picked up. I didn't wait for him to say anything.

"Stay in. Tonight is no good. Thirty minutes to put out a fire."

Benito instantly started swearing in Italian as I hung up. I couldn't tell him who had tipped us off, I had no clue. If we didn't raid the auction, someone on the team would be suspected. But if Benito and Gin never showed up then what a shit coincidence.