Headfirst

Tommaso

Paige and I arrived home in the dead of night, dropped into our separate beds, and struggled through jetlag until my phone vibrated, informing me I’d made the dumbass call to schedule a meeting to talk about Tony for the day after we returned. Silently, I held up the notification to Paige on a stool next to me at the breakfast bar.

“So, you have to go?” She poked at her waffles.

“So, we both do.” I stood with a groan. “It’s about Tony.”

“Oh.” She brightened a little and followed me to my office.

I struggled to swallow my yawns as my guys filed in and took their seats. Lyle, Stan, Teddy, and Carp, the men who were quickly becoming my inner circle.

“So.” I tried to hide a stretch. “Tony. What do we have? I want to move fast.”

“My mole finally got an in,” Stan said. “The long and short of it is that Tony’s middle management. He doesn’t procure; he doesn’t receive. Other people’s shipments just go through him.”

“And I don’t know all of where they’re going, but somebody had heard h