Lorenzo Beretta (Unseen Underground 1)

She nodded, her eyes still closed. She wasn’t fighting me on it, and I was glad because I was already sending a message to the doctor I kept on call. Normally he was there to fix members of the business when they got injured, but I knew he could handle this too.

I placed my cell into my pocket and reached for her. “Come and get into bed.” She groaned as I helped her into it, her eyes still not opening, and within seconds, soft snores were sounding out. She’d been kept up all night, and although I wanted to know every single thing that happened, I knew what she needed right then was rest and her lip fixed.

So, I waited at her side, not moving a singl

e inch until the doctor came. “Lorenzo,” he greeted, standing in the doorway to my bedroom with Christian by his side. “You requested my services.”

I stood, narrowing my eyes on Doctor Dubeke. “She has a cut on her lip that won’t stop bleeding and bruises on her wrists.” I kept my stare on him. “Fix her up.”

“Hello to you too.” He rolled his eyes, a move that didn’t suit a fifty-year-old doctor, but he was used to the way I talked because he’d known me since I was a kid. Not only was he the doctor for the family, but he was also a friend, one who we knew wouldn’t say a word to anyone—primarily because of the generous paycheck we gave him.

I didn’t answer him as I turned back to Aida and gently placed my hand on her shoulder. “Baby?” I murmured, shaking her a little. She groaned, her eyes fluttering open. “The doctor is here.” She hummed in the back of her throat, and I couldn’t help but smile down at her. I’d panicked when I couldn’t find her. I’d felt like I was missing half of my body, not knowing where she was, but now that she was home, I could relax. At least momentarily.

“I’m gonna head down into my office while he fixes you up.” I flicked my gaze over to Christian, who was still standing in the doorway.

“Okay.” She squeezed my hand and gripped the towel still wrapped around her body.

Doctor Dubeke slipped past me, sitting on the edge of the bed, but I didn’t make a move. I couldn’t get my feet to work, my instinct to stay with her too strong.

“Lorenzo,” Christian called, and I snapped my head around to face him. “We have some intel.”

I nodded, my gaze veering back to Aida one last time. She was okay here. She was safe. I inhaled a deep breath, grabbed a T-shirt that was lying on the floor, then followed Christian out of my bedroom. I headed toward the door at the end of the hall, the secret passage that would take us straight into my office.

Voices leaked from the office, but when I entered, they silenced. Mateo and Dante were at the edges of the room, and Uncle Antonio and Uncle Alonzo were in the middle, along with Romeo, Antonio’s twenty-year-old son. He was new to the family business, not usually allowed in meetings like this, but as I turned to face Dante, I knew having Romeo here so young would help. He wouldn’t end up making mistakes, not like Dante had.

“We’ve checked this room. Found three. All clear now,” Christian said, and I knew what he was saying. The FBI had been in here, which meant they could have planted listening devices anywhere they liked.

I kept my expression neutral as I headed toward my bar cart, then poured myself a double whisky. It burned the back of my throat, the liquid bringing me to life as I turned back, ready to take in all of the information they had.

“How’s she doing?” Uncle Antonio asked.

“Dubeke is with her.” It was enough of an explanation as I leaned against the front of my new desk. The black marble one had been replaced with a steady walnut wood one, chosen by Aida. She hadn’t been kidding about my desk, and I couldn’t help but lift one side of my lips at the memory. She was part of this house—part of me.

“He’ll fix her,” Uncle Alonzo said, his dark gaze meeting mine. He was just as pissed as I was over the entire raid. “Piero got back to me,” he continued. “Said he had no idea it was going to happen. He’s making inquiries now.”

I nodded, taking the information in but not believing it. There was no way he didn’t know what was going down. He had his ear to the ground at all times. Maybe he’d been in on it. My nostrils flared at the thought. If a member of The Enterprise had known this and kept it to themselves, it could mean full-out war. A war I knew I would win. A war that would destroy the balance my father had spent decades creating.

“The agent?” I asked.

Dante stepped forward. “Which one?” I narrowed my eyes on him, not willing to answer his stupid fuckin’ question.

“Agent Morgan,” Mateo supplied. “I have some contacts that are filtering down information as they get it.” I turned to face him, glad that someone around here was doing their damn job. “Romeo and I are heading to meet with them in an hour.” He glanced at his cell. “What I know so far is that Morgan was the partner of Heiver, the agent—”

“That was killed,” a new voice said, a voice that shouldn’t have been in my office, not while we were discussing this.

All attention swung her way. Aida stood in the doorway to the office, her lip and chin dark purple, her shoulders slumped, her body clearly exhausted, but her eyes…her eyes were lit with roaring flames, threatening to burn everything down to the ground.

“Aida,” I warned, but she held her hand up in the air, then stepped inside. She closed the door behind her, the click of the lock turning like a gunshot ricocheting around the room.

“I know what happened.” She leaned her back to the door. “Well, I kind of know.” Her brows lowered. “When they took me from here, we headed into the city.”

“Where about in the city?” I asked, placing my glass on the desk. She shouldn’t have been in here, but whether I liked it or not, she was involved, more than she should have been.

“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “It looked like an office building.” Her hand drifted up to her mouth. “They braked so fast I went flying forward, and my tooth went through my lip.” I could just about make out several stitches in her bottom lip now. “Then they hauled me inside and put me in a room.” She gripped on to her wrists. “They kept my hands cuffed behind my back, and a new agent came in.”

Her head tilted to the side, her gaze drifting over everyone until it landed on me. “He said he was going to charge me with murder after the fact if I didn’t take a deal to turn on you.”

I growled, standing at her words. “He did what?”