Ticking Clock

Tommaso

“Great.” I nodded as Carp finished up another favorable report on my other warehouses dotted around the city the next afternoon. “Anything else we need to talk about?”

Teddy looked at the floor, obviously thinking about the Phil thing. I’d informed Carp at the beginning of the meeting, so all my top guys knew, but I didn’t want to harp on it until we had something solider than a late-night conversation with Killian to plan off of.

Stan sighed. “The auction at The Mansion is coming up.”

I grimaced. Paige and I hadn’t talked about it yet, but we both knew neither of us could actually let the auction go on as planned. Not in our city, where we’d staked our claim. Not when that auction was the thing that had gotten her kidnapped in the first place, had started all of this. And, as big as I’d talked about going public, as much as I thought that might be the only thing that saved us from the kind of rumors that would slowly dismantle my whole organization, tipping Riccardo Marino of