“This is Officer Tex Caster.”

Silence greeted me. I looked at the number on the screen, but it was blocked. Great, someone being an asshole. My finger hovered over the end button as a thought came to me.

“Enzo?” I whispered.

The call disconnected. I pulled the phone away, staring at it. Was that really him? Why would he be calling me?

You’re mine.

He’d said those words to me more than once. I belonged to him, and that he would never let me go. Maybe I’d been delusional to think that as the days and then two weeks rolled by, he had forgotten about me. I imagined the look in his eyes, the devastatingly dangerous gaze that rocked me to my core as he fucked me the last time we were together.

My body craved him. One last hit, and I would be okay. I could dream about our time shut away from the world and pretend that it wasn’t a passing fling for both of us. I just needed one more taste…

The phone rang again. I reached out and snatched it up. “Enzo, you can’t keep calling me h—”

“Um, Texas? Are you okay?”

I groaned. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” I wiped a hand down my face. “What’s up, Chels?”

“Has Enzo been calling you?”

“No. I don’t think so. Hey, my boss is staring me down. Do you have information?”

“Right, we’ll talk about it later.” I heard the sound of her fingers flying across the keys. “This hard drive is really interesting, but I didn’t find anything about your case on it. He’s really careful,” she said, avoiding the E-word. “What I did find out, however, is that whoever is currently toying with the Vitales is more than likely a cop.”

I froze. “What?”

“Yeah, I mean, it makes sense. They know all the ins and outs of how crime families work. They’re meticulous, careful. Cops don’t make a whole ton of money. This could be their side hustle.” She started typing again. “Besides, what I’ve been able to find online supports that theory. There’s talk about a new cop on all the usual places, and the rumor is he knows how to get you whatever you’re looking for. Guns, drugs, girls. You name it; he’s got it.”

“Is there a name?”

“Bunch of screen names, but nothing real,” she said.

“Shit. Can you keep digging?”

“Already on it. One more thing. I did some digging around about Brycen Grennar. According to my contacts, he definitely was into some heavy shit. Word was that he was sleeping with two Vitale brothers, and on top of that, he was working as an informant.”

My stomach flipped. Enzo was telling the truth? I gripped the receiver a little harder.

“What else?”

“Get this. Because of Mr. Grennar, things went sideways with the Vitales. Giancarlo Vitale ended up being in prison for a little while, their business was thrown into chaos, and a friend of theirs or at least an associate was killed. They had to pay the family a huge sum of money to cover the cost of the funeral and to take care of his family because he was the provider. And that’s when Brycen disappeared.”