Joshua’s forehead beaded with sweat. He wiped at it with his forearm to keep the beads from running into his eyes. “He’s a hell of a bomb maker. He’s got a couple of false tags on this thing. Why would a man who is taking over a territory deliver a bomb himself? That doesn’t make sense, Elijah.”

Joshua had a point. A good point. Elijah would never deliver a bomb. He’d send someone he trusted to do it. Antonio hadn’t sat in wait for Elijah, he’d sent Marco to do it.

“Someone else, then,” Elijah said softly. “Someone with a big enough reputation that Cordeau’s shifter will give him allegiance and do his bidding. Or, he was Rafe’s bomb man and didn’t trust it to anyone else.”

“We’d better find out or your lady is in trouble. Her grandfather was murdered. Regardless of who did it, some of the other bosses are going to be looking at his territory with hunger in their eyes. Unlike Paolo, they aren’t going to worry about how they acquire it, which means Siena won’t be safe.” Joshua held his breath for a moment, snipped a wire and allowed his arms to drop to his sides. “One down.”

They stayed still for a few minutes, knowing they had to crawl under the back deck and do the same thing.

“She doesn’t want any part of me,” Elijah said.

Joshua frowned. “I thought you said your male recognized her female.”

“Absolutely he did. He’s crazy to get at her.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Joshua asked, wiping at his forehead again with his arm. “Is it hot under here, or is it just me?”

“It’s hot,” Elijah said. “I totally fucked things up, and now she’s pregnant and doesn’t want any part of me.”

“What did you do?”

Elijah almost didn’t say another word. Joshua had sounded a little too amused for his liking, but Elijah had to admit he was out of his depth. He had never had a problem getting a woman he wanted. Not ever. The trouble was, once he had them, he didn’t want them again. He didn’t have a lot of experience with having to work at keeping one around—in fact, he had zero experience.

“I knew Arnotto was making his move to acquire new territories. He’s always been one to take advantage when there was a vacancy. My uncle used to tell me to watch him. He said Arnotto had the brains to keep the Feds from looking too close. He surrounded himself with legit businesses, high-society friends and had valid reasons for keeping an army around at all times. His son’s car bombing and his granddaughter’s kidnappings. When bodies started falling I knew he was behind it, especially because each death seemed entirely unrelated. He’s that intelligent.”