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inside information on what we do; therefore the hacker will never get out alive, he’ll always be associated with us. You can only leave this job if you’re dead.
    For Danny, apparently the monetary compensation wasn’t enough. He’s a man looking for prestige, acknowledgement, wanting to move up in rank. A hacker is not considered a true member and can never be ranked in our Syndicate. Danny sensed the net closing in on him and disappeared abruptly. He’s a liability we can’t afford, and James wants him finished off. He was spotted in The Loop, and I found out that the only person of interest he has in that area is Fallon Michaels, his ex-girlfriend.
    “I talked to her this afternoon. I checked her phone and phone records. She didn’t return his call. They haven’t had any contact in years. He’s desperate if he calls an ex who he hasn’t spoken to in a long time. So far, it seems like she’s not helping him hide in any way.” I pause, hesitant to tell him everything. “I’m going out with her tomorrow.”
    Now amazement is thrown my way. “On a date?”
    “Yes,” I coolly say. “I’m drawn to her. I can’t explain it, Adriano. She’s ruling my thoughts.”
    “Fuck, Luca. Be careful. Attachments are dangerous. Especially with her, now . I think you need to come to the house with me tonight.”
    I rub my palm over mouth. “Maybe I should.”
    Our food arrives and by this time, Adriano is bored with the timid waitress. “Red’s no fun. Eat up.” He points his fork to my pasta dish. “We’re going to the house.”
    Driving separately to our destination, I park in the circular driveway. The mundane but fairly large three-story, white brick house is our main quarters. As usual, a prospect is guarding the front entrance. The front doors open into a foyer covered in grey marble tiles. We ascend the stairwell in the quiet house and move to the right, toward the largest room on the second floor, which - in essence - is just an in-house strip club. Adriano cracks his knuckles for emphasis before he places his hands on the doorknobs of the double doors.
    Soft music is filling the burgundy-decked-out room. Two men, Adriano’s soldiers, are slouching on the massive half-round couch in the middle of the room, each with a girl on his lap. Both stand abruptly as we enter. “ Padrino ,” they greet simultaneously. Inferiors address their superiors as Padrino in our Syndicate.
    We nod and allow them to carry on while the scantily clad women eye me.
    “Have some fun, Luca. I’m going to enjoy Camilla,” Adriano announces and wanders to the bar to our left where she’s sitting on a stool.
    Camilla is Adriano’s favorite girl. She’s an exotic Italian with long legs and unblemished olive skin that she doesn’t cover in make-up. Adriano and I share a preference for natural looking women. She’s clever and pensive. The only woman here I converse with on a friendly level. Most of these girls will do anything if we throw them enough money. Not Camilla, who’s frankly reserved for our little strip club. She tends the small bar set up on the left side of the room. Adriano saw her the first night and forbade any of the soldiers to touch her. The Capi respect each other and wouldn’t dare defy Adriano either. She’s been here for over a year and Adriano is infatuated with her, so he keeps her all to himself. She’s in love with him. I’ve seen her hurt expression when the men talk about Adriano’s whorish ways. He’s not ignorant - he knows she’s in love with him. He’s adamant about not wanting any attachments, but unfortunately for him, he can’t stay away from her.
    Behind the bar, I grab a water bottle instead of an alcohol-infused drink. Rarely do I drink, only when I’m extremely wound up and I need to calm down. Taking big gulps of water, I spot a brunette, Skye, walking up to me.
    The first few years, I used to be on this side of the house often, enjoying myself with different women. But