Something in my gut told me that I have a traitor on my side. One thing I never dared to do was not trust my intuition. As I sat in my chair behind my desk with my eyes shut, and my thoughts loud, I began to think about every man I allowed in my famiglia, my family.

It had to be someone who knew about the hacker girl. Not too many people were aware of who she was and what her purpose would be. Not even my soldiers who I sent to retrieve her knew exactly how important she was for this mission. The only two who were aware of who she was were Giovanni and Adriano.

I was suspicious of Giovanni, but then I began to wonder if the answer wasn't as obvious. My eyes shot open as I thought about Adriano. He had a deceased wife who was a gigantic question mark. Her past was very hidden, she even went as far as changing her name.

It seemed as though Reyna would finally have her first task from me. I wanted her to look into Adriano. If he was clean, her next task would be Giovanni. If that failed, she would have to keep looking into every fucker that worked for me until I found out who was a snitch.

There was a plan I had set in motion to make a solider out of the girl, so that she could defend herself. I wanted her to be less submissive, be less her. There was no way she could work for me as the way she was... it would be too risky.

Reyna was gullible just as much as she was smart, and that had no place in my business. I planned to fix that. That is, until I saw her drunk.

I had her in my lap, her smell was intoxicating me. She was practically offering herself to me. Her ass was pressed right up against my cock, and all I could think about was wanting to taint her. She deserves to know the cruelty of a man who would take advantage of an intoxicated woman.

Her big doe eyes, so angelic, so fucking innocent were just constantly replaying in my mind. I should want to imagine her as someone like the man I have become. I should want to witness every bit of purity drain from her eyes. The only thing that stopped me were her words.

No one wants me, she said. It was words I once sang. I knew the melody, and the verses by heart. The song was engraved my mind and I found myself singing it every time I was alone—no one wants me.

When those four words left the soft curves of Reyna's lips, I felt something churn inside of me that hadn't been working in so long. For once, I ignored the barking devil by chaining him up and locking him away as he screamed at me to show her what people do to ignorant, innocent people. Like the grim reaper, he wanted me to collect her soul and offer it to him just like someone once did to me.

"Fuck," I muttered. I couldn't understand why that girl was getting under my skin so much. It had been so long since I met someone as delicate as her, and it was bothering me.

Letting out a groan, I stood up from my bed. I really needed a drink, but I didn't want it... at least not now—not while someone was running loose as a rat.

I found myself walking out of my room and wandering over to Reyna's. When I pushed open the door, I saw that she was laying down in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, completely oblivious to me standing in the door frame. She had taken her glasses off her face and folded them up on the nightstand. Her hair was a mess all over her pillow, but she still made it look perfect. Reyna was sprawled out on the bed with her lips slightly parted as the sunlight caressed her features. She looked so peaceful and holy. I fucking hated it.

"Angel," I called out. She turned to look at me, her eyebrows rising. I noticed the glass of water on her nightstand beside her glasses, Rosalina must've gotten that for her.

"Santino," she responded. My jaw clenched at the sound of my name. Santino was like nails scratching a chalkboard, it always hurt my ears to hear.

"You know my name," I seethed, stepping into her room. She sat up in her bed, leaning against her headboard. Her hair was still a mess, and she had a bit of slobber on the corner of my mouth.

"You know my name, too," she whispered, probably hoping I wouldn't hear her back-talk. I didn't have time for any games. There was something I needed from her, and I needed it fast.

"Come with me," I said, turning around and walking out of the room. I could hear the squeak from her bed frame as she got out of it. Her soft, small footsteps alerted me that she was quickly following behind me.

I led her to my office. It would have to make do until I created one of her own. My office was big enough for the both of us. I had some of my men go to her house and grab her computer and laptop. They were told to set it up on the table that sat in the middle of my office with two large sofas on either side of it. My desk was more off to the back with a large chair standing behind it, a bar, and a small library.

Pushing open the door, I walked her toward the table that was already with all of her equipment already on her. Her face lit up at the sight of electronics. She looked like a kid at a candy store.

I studied the way she practically ran over to her laptop. She plopped herself down on the cushion and peeled the laptop open with a small smile on her face.

"I don't have to worry about you about you doing anything stupid, am I right, Angel?" I asked, watching as she powered on her computer. She pushed her glasses further up her nose, shaking her head.

"First, I want you to send my files as well as the rest of the crime families to me. You possess every threat we sent out, every text, every cell phone call we made that included our threats, warnings, plans, deals, alliances, and things that no little angel should ever have to hear. You even have surveillance footage of deals being made and people being killed. Angel, I'm afraid the power you have is even too much for you to handle," I stated, walking over to the girl. She had no clue how serious this matter was. She wasn't aware that the rest of the crime families were already hunting down the very girl I had in my possession.

She seemed to think about it for a moment. Her mind trying to come up with an answer to a question I was afraid she'd ask—what if I don't? There was a gun I hid away in the waistband of my pants that I would easily whip out. She was playing with fire, and she had better been lucky that I was kind enough thus far to not burn her.

"How do I know I can trust you?" She asked.

I smiled unenthusiastically. "If you couldn't, I would have already killed you, or worse, throw you to the wolves who are searching for you."

"F-Fine," she muttered.

The girl began to type things into her computer, her hands moving at a faster pace than anything I've ever seen. I peered at her computer screen to see all kinds of numbers appear as she worked her magic.

"It'll take time to send. The files are a bunch of collected data that I gathered over the past few years. I wish I could just click a button for it to appear on your computer, but I'm afraid it's not that simple. There's thousands of information stored in these files, so I predict that it won't get to you for another twenty-four hours... possibly even more," she explained.

I glanced over at her computer to see that it was definitely sending, and it wasn't even one-percent finished yet.

"Fine. I have another task for you... I want you to get into Adriano's phone and go far back in his phone records. I need you to show me every phone call that he made on March 30th two years ago," I said, recalling the day Adriano's wife died.

"Adriano Morelli, your underboss? I already did," she stated. I watched her move her laptop off of her lap and place it beside her on the couch. She leaned over to her computer that was prepared for her on my table.

The girl did the same thing she did with her laptop, typing in numbers and all kinds of cryptic codes. Suddenly, an error message came across the screen.

She sighed. "Everything I found on Adriano is in that file, and it's not allowing me access to it because it's sending to you. However, I think I can figure out another way, but it'll take a bit of time."

"I have work to do. I'll send in Giovanni to watch over you," I spoke, but I was sure she didn't hear a word. Her eyes were glued to the screen and the sound of her pressing down on the keys were infiltrating my eardrums.

I began to walk out of the office, texting Giovanni to watch over the girl. He quickly responded just as I walked out of the room.

—

After many hours, I entered my office to see Reyna in the same spot I left her in. Giovanni was sleep on the floor while the girl was wide awake, still working. When she saw me, she shot up from where she sat.

"I got it! I can listen to every single conversation he had up until that day, March 30th. Not only that, but I also got the phone records of his deceased wife. I swear I didn't listen to a thing; I actually just finished. I'm going to leave my computer open for you," Reyna explained breathlessly as if her excitement took away all of her energy.

I lightly grasped her shoulder which was so fragile to the point that I felt like I could break it. "Wake up Giovanni and have him escort you to your room."

She didn't need to be told twice because she quickly walked over to Giovanni and softly nudged him awake. He shot up quickly, looking around the room until he saw me.

"Sir! I wasn't sleep! I was just resting my eyes," Giovanni lied.

"Take her to her room," I grumbled.

"Oh," he muttered. Reyna looked at him sympathetically as he got up from the floor. He dusted off the imaginary dirt on his attire.

"Let's go, Reyna," Giovanni said. With that, he walked the girl out of my office, closing the door behind them.

—

"Saint," Adriano called out with wide eyes and parted lips. I studied him as he entered my office. "You're not drunk?"

"Sadly," I responded.

"Oh, well, I guess I'll head home. I didn't expect to see you awake and well," he stated. I didn't bother sparing him a single glance as I pointed toward the computer screen.

"Lily, your wife..." I began, thinking about the woman that Adriano seemed to hate more than he loved.

Tension began to rise in the room at the mention of the woman. Adriano hated talking about her, I knew that, but there was something that kept gnawing at my brain. Turning to face him, I glared into his eyes.

"She knew who Victor was, didn't she?" I questioned, already knowing the answer but wanting to see his reaction to my words.

"Why are you asking me this, Saint?"

"Just to give you a head's up, I will begin looking further into that woman you were forced to marry. Based on my findings, I will begin looking further into you as well. Ever since she was killed by Viktor, I have wondered why you married her. She has no money, no status, nothing," I explained. "You must think I'm a damn idiot. I want to know everything, Adriano, because you know that leaving out essential information from me, your boss, can be looked at as betraying me—your famiglia. Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now."

"I was embarrassed. Lily's father came to me, knowing I was your underboss. He explained that he wanted Lily to have more power than he could give her, which was why it was beneficial for her to marry me. He worked for Viktor as a small dealer. In exchange for marrying Lily, we would get his territory which means a piece of Viktor's territory. We would also get all the information he had on Viktor. It sounded good enough for me, but they played me," Adriano sighed. "They waited until after the wedding to tell me that they knew nothing about Viktor except for where he meets with his mother once a year. It was bullshit, and I was stuck with that girl unless I divorced her, but then I would have had to give her everything—my money, my houses, my cars. Then, I found out that Lily knew more than she led on. In fact, I caught her having a conversation with an old friend where she said she was in love with Viktor. Imagine my surprise when she ends up killed a day later by the man she supposedly loved."

I shook my head, disbelief coating my features. "You expect me to believe that shit?"

"It's the truth. Why do you think I hated that puttana? Why do you think I killed her fucking father? If it weren't for how bad it would make me look, I would have killed that whore myself," he seethed behind furrowed brows. That part was true. Murdering your own wife was almost as bad as breaking omertà, the code of silence, but still, not quite. Nothing was worse than breaking omertà.

"Why didn't you tell me your wife knew Viktor?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"Like I said, I was embarrassed. What man wants to admit that their wife is in love with another man?" He responded, his shoulders falling in defeat.

"A man that knows she has information about our enemy. Don't be foolish," I growled. My jaw clenched as I stared at someone I thought I could trust.

"I wasn't thinking. Saint, you can trust me. We've known eachother since we were chil—"

"Have you heard the phone call she made to Viktor the day before she died?" I raised a brow. I needed Adriano to know exactly where he fucked up.

"No," he answered.

Nodding my head, I plastered a sarcastic smile on my face. "Well, I'll spare you the time. The entire time she was married to you, she was completing a mission. Her mission was to obtain as much information about you and our business before reporting back to him. She's not dead, Adriano. In fact, she's alive. So, I'll ask you again, give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you?"