Mateo Caputo (Unseen Underground 2)

“Is that right?” Lorenzo tacked on. Romeo opened his mouth, but Lorenzo didn’t let him get a word out. “There are ranks for a reason.” He slowly let go of him. “You learn the business.” He took a step back, his rage coming back over him in lightning speed. “You do as you are goddamn told!” he shouted, his emotions flipflopping. “Mistakes mean death.” His voice was low. “Mistakes mean people we care about get hurt.”

I swallowed, knowing exactly what he was talking about. He’d made a mistake and Aida had paid the ultimate price.

The silence stretched on in the room, not one of us moving or speaking a single syllable.

Finally, I asked, “Did you get the thief?”

“Yeah.” Romeo nodded. “In the car with Rafael.”

Lorenzo turned to face me, his dark eyes lighting with fire. There would be no holding him back, not when he was this angry. Whoever the thief was would get the full wrath of his temper.

“Get the thief,” he barked. “Bring them to the basement.”

Romeo darted to the door, inputting the code that I’d made him memorize, and for a second, I doubted him having it. He hadn’t been able to listen to a single order that I’d given him, so could I really trust him to have the code to this room? He may have been Lorenzo’s blood, but that didn’t mean anything. People harped on about blood being thicker than water, but it wasn’t. I had more loyalty fro

m people who didn’t have the same blood as me running through their veins.

I made a mental note to have a conversation with Romeo once this was over. One that would put him in his place once and for all.

We followed Romeo out of the room then headed into Lorenzo’s office. A secret door at the back led us to a set of stairs and down to the basement.

A single light was on overhead, but it lit the majority of the room. It wasn’t the small, dark space that you saw on the movies. Lorenzo liked to be able to see everything clearly when he was about to do some damage.

He stood in the middle of the room, his feet hip width apart, and I took a spot against the back wall. The light was darker back here, allowing me to slip into the shadows and reappear if I was needed. I doubted I would be though. Lorenzo liked to handle these things himself. It was a sure fire way to get an audience with the boss.

My ears pricked as I heard the footsteps above us, then a squeak of a door. They were on the stairs, and within seconds we’d see the thief. Lorenzo would show him exactly what happened when you stole from the Beretta Mafia. He’d never be able to forget.

It was silent, so silent you could hear a pin drop as they entered the basement. Rafael was up front, his usual grin nowhere to be seen. There was no doubt you could tell that he was Romeo’s brother. They were two years apart, but they were vastly different. Where Romeo was hard edges and brutal—just like his father Antonio—Rafael was more like his mother—gentle, happy. Antonio had said he thought Rafael wouldn’t make it, but Lorenzo hadn’t cared. He wanted Rafael in the organization, no matter what.

They halted a few feet away from Lorenzo, and it was only then that I turned to the thief who had caused us to be down here.

My body jerked and I bit down on my bottom lip to keep my words trapped inside.

No.

It couldn’t be.

What the fuck?

CHAPTER 10

LUNA

I groaned, the banging in my head reminiscent of being drilled from the inside out. Crap. What happened? My muscles ached and as I stretched my arm out, I grunted. Pins and needles pricked at me. I must have slept awkwardly or—

“She’s waking up,” a deep voice said from beside me.

I snapped my eyes open, trying to take everything in all at once.

We were moving. A car.

A man was sitting beside me and one in the front.

Where was I? Where were they taking me? And who the hell were they?

“We’re nearly there,” the voice from the front of the car said.

I swallowed, looking anywhere but at their faces as I tried to remember what had happened.