As You Wish

Killian

Usually, when a family member dies and their relatives go through their belongings, they don’t find human trafficking records. But that was normal families. In mafia dynasties, this uncovering wasn’t surprising.

Riccardo went through all the shit Niccolò left behind and found more records of his illegal dealings. More sales, lists of girls he traded, sold, and bought, and lists of girls who never made it to the auction.

The numbers were goddamn repugnant.

Tommaso, Patrick, and Adrian pored over the records with me. I knew Tommaso was searching for information or evidence of Paige Bruno, and he didn’t hide the disappointment on his face, but the gritting of his teeth proved he wasn’t going to give up. He was willing to fly all the damn way to Egypt to follow breadcrumbs.

“This is similar to the shit Leo Bianchi was running,” Patrick noted grimly.

I huffed in agreement. “No doubt.” If killing my father wasn’t justification enough to kill Leo, what he had been up to was. It was h