11
Stone
“It was Arturo.”
Devil’s declaration jerked my head up from my cell, and I met his gaze across the table. Vigil and Ryker sat with us at the club, having a few drinks to unwind from the week, and both men tensed as I did at the mention of that fucker’s name.
“Say again?” I asked.
Devil looked up from the laptop that always sat in front of him even when the club rocked around us. “He’s the one responsible for the Burtonelli kid’s supposed accident.”
“Fuck.” I scrubbed a hand down over my face. “You’re sure?”
“As f**k. Got the damn emails to prove it.”
“Any news on his whereabouts?” Vigil asked while I considered the non-accident that had stolen two lives—and what Burtonelli’s reaction might be to that news.
“Arturo disappeared off the goddamn map,” Devil muttered, scowling
