Page 22 of Easy Steal
He nodded slowly, “you’re looking for her?”
“I don’t buy it that she died in the fire,” I shrugged. “Someone pulled my brother out of there. No other bodies were found inside yet they still declared her dead. She left. She left to protect us, I’m sure of it.”
“Do you need help?” he raised an eyebrow.
I frowned at him, “what help can you offer?”
He shrugged, “The Family has a lot of connections.”
I sighed, “thank you. But I really don’t think it will help.”
He smiled a small smile and nodded again.
“Should we order the trackers and dongles?” I asked, closing out of the tab quickly and opening a new one.
He nodded once, “do you still have the tally?”
“Yeah,” I said, pulling out my notebook and flipping through it. “I had no idea that the Redliners were this big.” I shook my head at the long list of bikes and cars that we had seen last night.
We could almost guarantee that there were more, too.
“They’ve grown quickly,” he said, taking the notebook from my hands, “they’re preparing themselves. They need the help if they want to take us down.”
His voice was gruff and serious, and it was the first real time I had heard him talk about himself as a real part of The Family. It was as if he considered himself an outsider, not an heir to it. If anything were to happen to Antoni - Sammy would be the only Santino male left.
I couldn’t picture him as Don, I couldn’t picture him in the same position as Toni. Something about Antoni exuded the role of Don, of power and danger. Sammy was bigger than Toni, but somehow seemed almost normal.
Though I knew it was far from true.
I had quizzed Rome the best I could about him, but even she didn’t know much. All she did, was warn me that he was no angel. To be careful, and to be wary.
Seeing as she was married to the most dangerous man in Melbourne, to hear her warn me of someone else was unsettling.
Sammy pulled out his credit card after I added a few things that we would need to our virtual cart.
“Is that gonna be enough?” he frowned at the screen.
“We’ll do a few separate orders from separate websites so we don’t trigger any security algorithms,” I said, taking the card from his fingers.
Our fingertips touched for a split second, and he smirked up at me as I snatched the card away. I was shaking my head as the office door opened again, and Sammy looked over his shoulder.
Larissa was standing in the doorway, her face blank as she stared straight at me. Sam pushed his chair far away from my own, putting space between us. I rolled my eyes as he stood, brushing his black-stained hands over his navy work shirt.
“Hope I’m not interrupting,” Larissa said with a tense smile.
Sammy and I shook our heads, and he let out a nervous laugh.
“My car’s still doing that thing,” she whined, grabbing Sammy by the forearm and tugging him out of the office. I followed, curiosity getting the best of me. Hoping that I could figure out what it was that had Sammy so head over heels for this woman.
She was impossibly gorgeous, I wasn’t above admitting it.
Larissa had flawless, tan skin and these piercing green eyes. She was tall too, almost as tall as Sam. Her limbs were slender and toned and her light brown hair was straight and sleek down her back.
I got it.
But I knew there had to be something else if he was this whipped.
I leaned against the opening of the workshop where Larissa had parked her Mini Cooper. Sammy had the bonnet open, and his head stuck inside it.
