“Do you have a better suggestion?”
Morgan is almost screeching, and Tiffany’s smile tells me she’s loving this.
“Just calm the fuck down, Morgan, and think.”
Raphael’s voice is soothing, but a little of his fear runs through it.
“What did the guards tell them?”
“To wait for instruction.”
“Then keep them waiting at the gate while I figure this shit out.”
The sound of heels clicking on wood tells me Morgan is pacing, and she is obviously making a call as she says suddenly, “It’s Morgan. We are under attack?”
There’s a pause.
“Ravera mafia.”
Another pause, and then she screams, “I know that. What are you going to do about it?”
She huffs in frustration.
“Fine, five hours, but don’t hang around. I may be dead when you get here.”
Tiffany’s eyes widen. “Who did she call?”
“The Sorcusi mafia I’m guessing.”
I hold up my hand as Morgan’s smooth tones fill the room.
“Felipe. It’s good to hear your voice. There is a small problem I was hoping you could help me with.”
Once again, silence, and then she laughs softly. “Of course. The usual terms and a little more for the short notice.”
I hold my breath because I’m guessing she is referring to Felipe Monza. A cool assassin who prefers to fly low under the radar. If he is her white horse, then the costs must be high, meaning Morgan believes she has the means to pay him. Interesting.
I pull out my phone and type a message to my brothers.
Morgan knows it’s a trap. She’s stalling you at the gate and has called in the Monza mafia. Her family is also on their way, eta five hours.
Morgan’s cruel laugh fills the room as she almost cackles, “I may have another card to play.”
The tension increases in the room.
“What card?”
Raphael’s tone is cold and pissed as fuck and I’m guessing he never signed up for a full-scale mafia war.
“Perhaps it’s time to play our trump card, darling.”
She falls silent, and the next time she speaks, it changes everything.
“Charlotte. Are still in place in The Order of The Holy Mother of God?”
Silence, then, “Perfect. I’m calling it in. Take Sister Agatha Maria to the Zurich house and restrain her. Wait for my instructions.”
Tiffany stares at me in horror, and I dash out another text to the group.