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Marco sat down next to Neil, not wanting to have to look the man in the eye. He wasn’t sure what he would do if those steely grays stared into his eyes. Crumble, perhaps? Shatter into fucking pieces?
“Anything new?” Rome asked.
“He’s gone,” Neil said. “I assume when he didn’t hear from the men last night, he took off.”
“Can you find him again?”
“Maybe. I’ll try.”
Rome nodded, lips pressed into a thin line. “Do we know how much damage he has caused?”
“Enough,” Marco growled.
Fuck, he was losing his god damned marbles. He wanted this fucker dead. He wanted him buried in the ground.
A hand on his thigh had his heart skipping a beat before slowing down.
“It’s a lot of money,” Neil said, voice softer.
“We can always make money,” Rome said, and Marco agreed. “It’s everything else I’m worried about.”
“Alvaro has been smart about the whole thing. Starting out small without any direct attacks until now,” Neil said.
Fucking Alvaro. He needed a bullet between the eyes.
“He’s like a kid. Taking the other’s toys while disrespecting the adults,” Marco grumbled, then hissed, “When I find him, I’m going to gut the bastard.”
“Perhaps we should focus on getting back what he has stolen from you,” Neil said, brow arched.
“Easier said than done. I should be out there. I shouldn’t be hiding like a fucking coward.”
“The restaurant runs itself and the rest of the business is at a standstill anyway,” Rome tried to reason though it only made him that much more pissed at Alvaro.
“You show up at the restaurant or at home and you’re as good as dead,” Neil said.
As much as he wanted to argue against that, he knew Neil was right.
“I’ll stay but only because I know Alvaro is too much of a coward to show up to kill me himself. Then I’d at least have a fucking shot at him.”
Rome and Neil shared a look. Neither of them seemed to like that scenario. Well, sucked to be them.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Neil
DESPITE BEING in some deep shit he’d probably need years to dig himself out of, he still had a few contacts both in- and outside the Agency. He still had a few assets at the ready. One of those people was an analyst who was too damned good for the Agency. She’d found the place where Alvaro was storing some of Marco’s product. The crates they’d stolen from the container.
That’s where they were headed now. Rome bringing Juno along had made him want to smile. They could use the extra pair of hands, but he also thought it might be good for Marco to see. Not that he thought it would change their situation but there was a spark of hope inside him.
They parked within walking distance of Alvaro’s warehouse. It was a legit place, which meant legit security and innocent people who might get caught in the crossfire. He didn’t like it.
He got out of the car, eyes trailing after Marco as he stepped out and leaned against the side of the car, eyes on Juno and Rome’s car as it pulled up next to them.
Neil pulled out the duffle bag he’d shoved in the back and grabbed a few spare magazines to slide into his belt. Gravel crunching under shoes had him looking up to see Juno and Rome walking toward them.
“Recon first,” he said, giving Marco a stern look. “Don’t get too close.”
Marco’s huff had him glaring harder. Not that it mattered. Marco was going to do whatever the fuck he wanted anyway. Hegrabbed the binoculars out of his bag and threw them to Rome who caught them with a confused look at Neil.