Whatever You Need: (A Chicago Mafia Syndicate) (Castaletta Book 2) Read Online Free

to a time and date and let's set up something on the phones that will help us pick up on his voice or his location the next time he calls. It's not that hard." He worked on his breakfast and left me in peace for a few minutes.
    As much as I hated to admit it, the situation with the girls was somewhat my fault. I'd much rather have spent my time working real estate deals for Joe than installing camera's like a fucking handyman, but I should have done it when Sandra asked me.
    I'd blown her off a few times, and now all we had was a copy of the phone call to work with to find this fucker hurting the girls. We'd have a visual on his body type, his car and most likely his face if I'd done my damn job when she asked me too.
    Stubbornness was my greatest fault. Maybe that's why I hung out with Izzy. Some part of me hoped she would realize how good we could be together and turn her back on anyone but me.
    Pipe dream. Big fucking pipe too.
    "That sound like something you can manage?" He turned to face me.
    "Yep. Did you talk with Daniel about it yet?" I shoved three pieces of bacon in my mouth and wondered if Izzy was up in her bed. Was she still sleeping? If so, what was she wearing? Nothing, hopefully.
    "No, but I'll call him shortly. I have to meet with a new guy who we're considering for the narcotics capo position." D stood up and picked up his plate.
    "And Marco is looking for Freddy and trying to figure out who killed Vivian? Isn't that a little too much for a laid back personality like Marco?"
    "Not my call, and really none of your business anyway." He walked to the sink and washed his plate.
    "I'm pretty sure the way a syndicate works is that if you're in... everything is your business that happens with the family." I glanced up and gave him a hard stare. I wasn't scared of the bastard, nor would I ever be. If nothing else, Izabella protected my position with our relationship.
    "You must have been taught by reading a book. In the real world we don't all share information freely and lean on each other in times of trouble." D shrugged and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me with my thoughts.
    There was no way the Kallups were involved in Vivian's death. They'd been petty thieves, interested in small time robbery and an occasion beating or rape here or there. They weren't the type of guys who would be stupid enough to take on the Castaletta Syndicate. Whoever had the Kallup boys' balls in a vice was playing a dangerous game.
    And the real question that plagued me was whether they were done playing it. Was Vivian's death the end or the beginning of it all?
    "You look deep in thought. Almost too deep." Marco walked in and smirked as he stopped by the counter next to me. He snagged my last piece of bacon before I could stop him.
    "Yeah, it's the curse of being around you crazies." I picked up my fork and took another bite of my eggs. "Is Izabella here?"
    "Naw. She stayed out last night."
    "Stayed out where? With her new cop friend?"
    He snorted and walked toward the stove. "I don't think so, but I'm not sure. You know my sister, as unpredictable as the wind."
    "That's why so many of us run after her with our nets out, ready to try and catch her."
    "And yet she slips right through your fingers, doesn't she?" He walked back toward me with his plate in his hands.
    "We're so damn poetic. We should write something beautiful just in case this mafia shit doesn't pan out." I reached over and stole a piece of bacon from his plate.
    He shrugged and pulled out his napkin, tucking it into the collar of his shirt and bowing his head to pray.
    I turned back toward my plate, not wanting to be a creeper.
    "Have you or Daniel heard anything from my brother?" Marco picked up his knife and fork and worked on his french toast like it was a piece of prime rib. He was by far the most proper of all of us. Refined. Regal. Not much like any of the other Castalettas.
    "No, but I didn't expect we would. If Freddy is going to call someone, it's going to be