Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven

Genevieve crossed the threshold into the apartment she shared with Matteo, her hands trembling as she took in the devastation left behind by the FBI. The once orderly space was now a chaotic mess—furniture lay toppled, drawers yanked open and their contents strewn carelessly across the floor. Books had been yanked off the shelves and tossed without care, littering the room in disarray. Couch cushions were ripped open, feathers drifting gently down onto the floor like snowflakes, adding an eerie softness to the wreckage.

“Ay, cazzo,” Alessio muttered sharply from behind her.

Despite the sting in her eyes and the hollow ache in her gut from the violation of their sanctuary, Gen forced herself to lift her chin and press forward down the hallway. Her steps slowed as she passed the sunroom, where the destruction was particularly brutal. Not a single plant had been spared—roots torn from pots, soil spilled and scattered across the floor like spilled secrets. She swallowed hard and pushed on.

Matteo’s office was a scene of upheaval, but it was what she had expected. She stepped inside quickly and exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Whoever had ransacked this place had, at the very least, shown some respect for the first editions. They were arranged carefully on his desk, lined up perfectly so as not to damage their spines or the precious words within. Grateful, she sent a silent prayer of thanks upward for this small mercy.

Turning back into the hallway, she headed toward their bedroom. After witnessing what she had already seen, she wasn’t shocked by the chaos that awaited her there. Nothing in the room had been spared from the thorough search. She pulled out Matteo’s sock drawer and smiled when she discovered they had missed the secret compartment. Inside, she found his stash of magazines, a vibrator, a rolled joint—and then her fingers brushed against something else. She carefully extracted a worn slip of paper. The handwriting was smudged, some lines crossed out, others circled. The paper had clearly been folded and unfolded countless times; the creases were soft and smooth from frequent handling. It was his proposal—the notes and ideas he had jotted down for what he wanted to say to her. She clutched the paper to her chest, a tender smile spreading across her face. God, she loved that man. Even behind bars, he still found ways to surprise her with his gifts.

“Like the safehouse, they left the apartment across the hall untouched,” Conor remarked.

“It’s under Antonio’s name,” Leo replied, entering the room with the bat Gen had left there months ago.

Gen laughed softly. “I completely forgot about that thing.”

Leo grinned, tapping the bat against his palm. “Not me. It’s my baby.”

She glanced around the room and sighed deeply. “Well, there’s nothing else here. Office next?”

“Office,” Alessio, Conor, and Leo responded in unison.

The four of them piled into the SUV, with Leo taking the wheel. As they pulled away from the curb, Gen’s phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced at the screen and saw her sister’s name flashing.

“Hey, how’s it looking over there?” Gen asked after answering.

“About what we expected,” Jada replied.

In the background, Gen could hear Louis cursing and the sounds of things being overturned.

“The girls did a good job,” Jada continued. “Nothing incriminating was left behind… though that didn’t stop those bastards from tearing the place apart.”

“Oh, come on!” Louis shouted from somewhere in the club. “They took my baseball cards out of their frames!”

Jada sighed. “I told you not to bring those here.”

“So, just property damage?” Gen asked as they turned onto the street where Accardi Industries was located.

“Yeah, doesn’t look like they found anything. Tina even took down the neon betting lights above the booth and replaced them with a ‘milk bar’ sign,” Jada said with a laugh.

“She deserves a raise,” Gen noted.

“I think we all do,” Jada agreed.

“We all do what?” Louis asked, coming closer to the phone.

“Need a raise,” Jada repeated.

Louis groaned dramatically. “A fucking big one, Gen!”

Gen shook her head, pulling up to the curb. “I’ll run it by the boss. Thanks, guys.”

“Bye!” Jada called out.

By the time Gen hung up, Alessio was already out of the car, striding purposefully toward the building. Leo helped her out of the backseat, while Conor followed close behind, his head bowed low to avoid being recognized by anyone connected to his father’s circle. Gen nodded at the receptionist, who barely lifted her phone from her shoulder as she took in the three men walking beside Gen. They stepped into the elevator, the familiar ding sounding as the doors slid open—and then chaos erupted.

Gen stumbled out into the hallway where people hurried by, clutching armfuls of papers. Simone was nowhere to be seen at her desk, and the door leading to the management offices stood wide open. Alessio and Conor were the first to enter. Gen’s heart clenched when she saw Alessio holding a gun, a stark reminder of how dangerous the situation had become.

She moved forward, feeling Leo close behind, ready to protect her if necessary.

The executive area was just as chaotic as the other parts of the building they’d already searched. Federal agents moved in and out of offices, carrying boxes clearly marked “evidence.” Employees were lined up against the walls, kept out of the way as their desks were rifled through. Then she saw him—Noah Bennett. He sat down the hall inside Matteo’s office, planted firmly in the chair. Their eyes locked in a fierce clash. Anger flared in her gut, and without hesitation, she strode forward, her heels clicking sharply against the floor, overtaking Alessio and Conor.

“Miss Sinclair!” Kaitlin called out, catching up. “They have a warrant; they’re going through everything. They’ve even torn apart Mrs. Tutt’s office. What’s going on? Why was Mr. Accardi arrested? Why—”

Conor cut her off abruptly, spinning on his heel to block her path. Kaitlin skidded to a stop.

“Look, Toots, we’re a little busy right now. We don’t have time for twenty questions,” he said curtly.

“Hey, I don’t know who you think you are,” Alexander started, stepping between Conor and Kaitlin.

“Name’s Galante. Stay the fuck back, hm?” Conor warned, his voice sharp and dangerous.

Upon hearing Conor’s last name, Alexander reluctantly held Kaitlin back.

“It’s okay, Alexander. I’ve got this,” Gen assured him, nearly at Matteo’s office.

She stepped inside and fixed Bennett with a hard glare. Though he appeared calm and collected, she couldn’t help but notice the purple bruises marring much of his left jawline, the small bandage holding his broken nose in place, and the burst blood vessel in his eye. Someone had hit him—hard and recently.

“You won’t find anything here,” Gen said coldly.

“No?” Bennett replied with a smug smile. He spun slowly in Matteo’s chair, the smile shifting into a mischievous grin. “Can’t be too careful, can we, Miss Sinclair?”

“It’s Mrs. Gen, corrected. Mrs. Accardi,” she said, holding up her left hand before flicking him off.

Bennett’s smile vanished. “I see. So you’re just as responsible for all this, then?” he asked, gesturing around the room.

“That’s right. And I’ll protect it, just like my husband would.”

Bennett clicked his tongue in disdain. “He’s not doing much protecting where he is.”

“We’ll see about that,” Gen hissed back.

“Maybe with this new information, we should take a closer look at your accounting firm, Mrs. Accardi,” Bennett suggested.

“You signed a deal, Bennett. My business stays untouched, or the United States government will be hearing from my lawyer.”

“Sir,” a small voice interrupted from behind her. Bennett glanced briefly over Gen’s rigid shoulder.

“Yeah, Briggs?”

“We haven’t found anything yet.”

“What about the digital download?” Bennett asked, still focused on Gen. She couldn’t help but scoff at the thought that Matteo would be foolish enough to link his illicit accounts with his legitimate ones.

“It’s copied over, ready for us to review at our leisure,” Briggs confirmed.

“Oh, well, I guess playtime is over,” Bennett said, pushing himself up from the chair. “By the way, Genevieve, I’ll be visiting your husband in jail today. Anything you want me to deliver?”

Gen’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “That won’t be necessary. Though you might want to pick out a cell for yourself while you’re there. Your positions will be switched soon enough.”

Bennett leaned forward, and Gen could sense the tension radiating from her three bodyguards standing close by. “Is that a threat against a federal officer, Mrs. Accardi?” he taunted.

“If you have to ask, I suppose it wasn’t a very good one,” she replied coolly.

“I’ll enjoy putting out your fire more than any of the others,” Bennett said quietly. Then, almost in a whisper, “Even more than Becca’s.”

Gen lunged forward, but Leo was faster. He grabbed her upper arms and spun her away from the mocking federal agent. He pinned her against the wall as Bennett’s laughter echoed down the hallway. Leo’s forearm pressed heavily against her chest, and she struggled to break free.

“Don’t give him the satisfaction,” Leo warned firmly. “Just a little more time. Stick to the plan. We can’t do anything if you end up in jail alongside the other Accardi. Come on. We have work to do.”

Gen let her head fall back against the glass wall behind her. She took a shaky breath and nodded. Leo released her and stepped back.

“Now. What’s next?” Leo asked, though he already knew the answer.

Gen drew in one last calming breath and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, she had buried her emotions deep inside, where they formed a bitter knot of acid she would have to confront eventually.

“Call the family meeting,” she ordered.