“Thank you,” he replied.
Greystone dropped Gabriel first. They returned everything they’d taken from Luciano’s mission room, said their goodbyes. Despite what had gone down, Gabriel looked as chill as normal.
“Stay outta trouble,” Greystone said to him.
“No can do, fratello,” Gabriel replied before he set his sights on Teddy. “You throw a good punch, baby brother.” He rubbed his chin. “A damn good punch.”
“G, you should lay low for a while,” Teddy warned.
“Can’t do that either,” Gabriel replied. “I gotta keep moving. If I stop, I’m a dead man.” He showed them out.
After Teddy and Greystone got back in the SUV, Greystone asked, “Where are we headed?”
“Drop me at home,” Teddy said.
“Why don’t you hang with Car and me?” Greystone asked.
“I’m gonna take my bike out,” Teddy said. “Ride around for a few.”
“You’re gonna try to find her, aren’t you?”
“Hell, yeah.” Teddy raked his hands through his hair. “She should never have bolted, but I get why she did.”
Greystone pulled into Teddy’s neighborhood and stopped so they could check for a tail. When the men confirmed they were alone, Greystone drove to Teddy’s high rise in Alexandria.
“What’s going on with Gabriel?” Greystone asked as he put the SUV in park outside the entrance.
“I think he’s in a lot of trouble,” Teddy replied. “We thought things had quieted down, but they haven’t, and he brought the trouble with him.”
“Nothing changes,” Greystone grumbled. “He was like this as a kid. He was always the one starting fights. If Uncle Enzo hadn’t killed Dad, I think Gabriel would have taken them both out so he could run the business.” He paused. “How’s your hand?”
Teddy fisted his right hand. “All good. Why?”
“You decked Gabriel pretty good.”
“Not good enough,” Teddy said. “Let me know if Caroline hears from Sydney.”
“You gotta know, Gabriel has unleashed a monster by takin’ out everyone in that restaurant,” Greystone said.
“My gut tells me the Bratva has been looking for Gabriel for a while now.” Teddy exited the SUV, shut the door, and strode inside.
He didn’t want to make a big deal about Sydney’s bolting, but he was concerned. Yes, she was an extremely skilled sharpshooter, but what if she got ambushed or worse?
A chill shot through him.
If she goes rogue and something happens to her…
SYDNEY
Sydney glancedin the rearview mirror and her guts churned.
“No way.”
Flashing red lights had her stopping on the shoulder. After pulling her license, she went for the registration, only to realize the car wasn’t registered. It was a Black Site vehicle. The Black Site didn’t exist, neither did ALPHA or the BLACK OPS team.
I am so screwed.
She lowered the window and shot the male officer a pleasant smile. “Hello, Officer.”