“We’ll use trucks no one can identify. The furniture is built around the weapons. Emilio’s people will be on the lookout for a couple of large trucks traveling together or the vans Alonzo uses. We’re going to use several smaller ones. A leopard driving each with one guard inside the cab with the driver. There won’t be anything suspicious in that at all,” Drake insisted. “Saria’s pregnant and I don’t like being away from her right now. She understands what we’re doing and she’s okay with it, but I don’t like leaving her all the time and I don’t want her traveling. So I’ll head back with the trucks.”

Alonzo wondered if Evangeline knew Saria was pregnant. If she did, it wasn’t in the text messages. Siena was pregnant and so was Jake Bannaconni’s wife, Emma, who was due soon. In a few months there were going to be more babies. He hoped Evangeline would get pregnant as well. Not only would that tie her to him even more, but she would have friends and so would their child. It would be nice to allow his son or daughter to grow up with people he could trust and count on.

“You’ll handle the hit, Alonzo?” Elijah asked. “Then Joshua and Drake will be responsible for the weapons.”

“Sounds good to me,” Alonzo agreed. He was desperate for action. It had been too long. He let his leopard out to run every night, but it wasn’t the same as a fight. As that adrenaline rush.

“The next order of business is Patrizio Amodeo,” Elijah said. “He’s a pain and we can’t afford him.”

“You have to give me more time,” Jake said. “I’ve gotten access to his computers and even some of his books, but he’s got a human trafficking ring. Even if you take him out, one of his lieutenants will take his place and that ring will still be there. The word is, he’s taking women from Mexico, the United States and Canada and selling them in Russia, Europe and the Middle East. We have to shut that shit down first.”

Alonzo stiffened. His gaze slid to Timur’s. His eldest uncle, Lazar Amurov, was one of the main suppliers of women and children throughout Europe, the Middle East and the United States. He had to be in league with Patrizio. No one could possibly traffic women and not deal with Lazar. Patrizio would know him. Do business with him. That hit very close to home.

“We can take him. I’ll make him talk,” Alonzo said, confidence in his voice. He’d learned interrogation at an early age. He knew more ways to hurt a man than most knew existed.