"And your point is?"
"It's only a matter of time she accepts to be his mate and you know what happens. He loses the feral madness and there's no claim for you."
I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, tasting blood. The voice kept going.
"You'll uphold your part of the deal and I'll keep feeding you Intel."
"Fine. But I'll only say this once. Double cross me and you'll wish you were dead."
The voice laughed again, proud and smooth. "We won't have to worry about that. You get Nova and I get the Mafia under my hold."
The line went dead. I tossed the phone back to the guard. He looked at me, worry all over his face. "Boss, you don't look so good."
"I'm fine. I..." I pulled in a deep breath. "I can't say what it is but he's fishy as hell."
"Say the word and I'll do it, boss."
"No.
