"Mind telling me what that was about?" Xavier said, keeping his voice low as the girls left our line of sight. "I didn't realize I was getting a new caretaker who we are trying to get intel from."

"We need to get her in a safe environment. If she is in any possible danger, the mansion is the safest place. Besides, her guard will go down enough for me to get any possible information." I reasoned with a shrug.

Xavier rubbed his forehead in frustration, comprehending my logic.

"The whole point was to help Rosaline out because Maria was worried. I didn't realize she was moving in as well. We also have Boris, who's a better and more probable lead about what happened in Los Angeles. To be honest, we are grasping straws based on assumptions that Rosaline has any connection to the shooting," Xavier argued.

"You're right though, Rosaline does need our help. She's in trouble and our job is to help people who can't fight back. Isn't that why we exist? You saw her Xavier, she flinched when you tried to shake her fucking hand. You ordered me to watch her and damn well I'm going to make her my main priority. Let me help her." I said calmly but Xavier saw past my guarded emotions.

Xavier watched me for a moment before sighing.

"You don't have to remind me what we do for a living. My father wouldn't have given me the reins if I didn't. But this mission is becoming personal to you. We both know how our emotions can blind us and make us unreasonable," Xavier chided me. "As much as I tease you, are you sure you can handle this?," he asked me seriously.

I sighed in defeat as I ran a hand through my hair.

"I don't think I have a choice anymore. She's mine whether she likes it or not." I admitted.

Xavier let out a small smile before slapping me on the back. He pulled out his phone and sent out a text before looking back at me.

"While Rosaline is plotting your murder, why don't we check on our friend Boris? I'll have the doctor check on Maria and the baby, but the man isn't allowed to touch her. I need to find a female doctor. I don't want another man's hands coming near what's mine. Anyhow, let's go have some fun," Xavier said with a wicked grin and I mirrored it.

Time to get some answers.

~*~

The safe house where Boris was sent to was in a small field miles away from the city. It was surrounded by trees, strategically placed so no one would be able to find it at first glance. Even if they did, the guards surrounding the perimeter would deter anyone from getting too close.

I nodded to a few security guards as they led us into the small warehouse. People were walking around with different files and typing information on their computers. Erik walked in our direction waving a file in his hand.

"Good, you're here. I got information on Angelo's autopsy and Rosaline Sinclair that you've ordered, boss." Erik said proudly. I looked at Xavier with a raised brow.

"You did a deeper background check on her?" I asked as I tried to mask the anger sizzling beneath the surface.

"Excuse me for wanting information about the people living in my mansion with my pregnant wife. Sue me, Asshole. Besides, I already ordered this but made it a priority– you were there for that. Brief me, Erik." Xavier ordered.

Erik gave Xavier the files.

"Rosaline Sinclair: twenty-three years old and born in Los Angeles on January 31, 1995. She is an only child and her parents, Melinda and Fredrick Sinclair, are both deceased. She graduated from a community college two years ago with an associates in literature. She worked at a local book store and hasn't committed a single crime in her life. According to the records, she had no activities outside the store and her home. Every now and then she volunteered for some charities. It's basically a dead end from there. But get this, the book store she worked at was on the end of the street where the shooting occurred." Erik concluded.

I grabbed the file from Xavier and scanned the contents. There were a few pictures of Rosaline, one of them including two people that could only be her parents. Looking through the information, my eyes drank in the information. Though learning more about her satisfied me, it wasn't the same as it would had been coming out of her pretty mouth.

Just as I was about to close the file, something caught my eye. It was some medical bills and bank statements.

"It says Rosaline was admitted into a local hospital hours after the shooting. She had a wound but the papers don't say what kind of injury it was. It also states that four weeks later, Rosaline bought tickets for New York. But she didn't leave out of LAX– she left out of Wisconsin." I murmured as Xavier took the papers from me to read it himself.

"There's no record of how she got there. There is a bank statement that she withdrew cash – a way to stay hidden without being tracked by credit card. I changed my mind, your girl definitely witnessed what happened. It would make sense from the information Maria had given us.

"We will need to get more information, but in the meantime, you're going to have to make her open up more. That poor girl has some skeletons in her closet that need to be uncovered. I'll have a few men watch her when you're not around." Xavier reassured me as he patted me on the back.

My mind whirled at the new information. This seemed almost impossible, the chances of Rosaline finding us. Imagining Rosaline in such a horrible situation made me see red.

I had to remind myself to calm down. She may had been at the wrong place at the wrong time, if she even saw anything. We still don't know what injuries she had. For all I fucking knew, she had twisted her ankle.

Xavier snapped me out of my thoughts as he talked to Erik.

"Now give me some other news. Tell me about Angelo."

Erik sighed.

"According to the autopsy, Angelo died instantly from a gunshot wound to the head. There were also contusions, broken bones, and internal bleeding. He put up one hell of a fight before he went down. However, there were no signs of torture, no rope burns or bruises around his wrists. Whoever did this must have overpowered him. Our men think he was killed somewhere else before his body was dumped in a river. The coroner said his time of death was the same day as the LA shooting," Erik said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

I watched Erik with sympathy, unsure how to comfort him. Erik and Angelo worked on a bunch of cases together, Angelo just as talented with technology. I knew Erik cared for the man, even though most of the time he didn't show it.

Xavier cleared his throat and gripped Erik's shoulder firmly.

"You did good, Erik. With this information, we can get better information from Boris." Xavier praised. Erik beamed, erasing the momentary grief. Getting any genuine praise that wasn't snarky from Xavier was like winning the lottery– basically impossible. You enjoyed it while it lasted.

"Thanks, boss. And I made sure that none of this information is released to the police. The coroner and his team are discreet, especially after we helped them out last year. So you're positive the shooting is linked to Angelo and his mission?" Erik asked but it was more of a statement.

"We sent Angelo to infiltrate a group known for buying politicians, who are also based in Los Angeles. Only a few days and there's a mass shooting with Angelo dead with some of the Diablos' men on the footage? I'm pretty fucking sure it's connected somehow," I growled as I shoved the files back in Erik's hands. "Keep digging and let me know if you find anything else. Have John and the twins take a look at the surveillance. Maybe they will find something the feds haven't."

"Yes, sir," Erik mock-saluted before sauntering away.

"The more I think Rosaline isn't involved, the more she is somehow mixed into this fucking mess." I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair.

"She could just be in the line of fire. We don't know the full story. Until then, work your seductive charms on her," Xavier said, wiggling his fingers in my face.

I slapped them away as Xavier laughed.

"This is the most emotion I have seen you express in years! We should have gotten Rosaline a long time ago!"

"Let's just talk to the stupid Russian. Do you want me to lead it or do you?" I grumbled as we walked toward the interrogation room.

"I'll let you do it. I'll watch from the window," Xavier said in excitement as he dashed to the private room that connected to the interrogation room.

I rolled my eyes before I sauntered over, keeping the usual cool mask in place, and addressed the guards at the door.

"I'll call you when the time comes. You'll know what to do," I said calmly and the guards nodded in acknowledgement before following Xavier.

Taking a deep breath, I gathered my thoughts and opened the door. Boris was uncomfortably sitting in the small chair in front of a large oak table. Though he was a tall man, he was lean and I could take him down if necessary.

"I thought I would be dealing with your boss. Am I not the one with all the information he seeks?" Boris asked arrogantly, his thick Russian accent only irritating me.

"Mr. Monroe has more important things to do, Boris. Looks like you'll be talking to me," I said coldly. "The only reason I am not staining this room in your blood is because of the deal you made with him. If you don't start talking, nothing is stopping me from touching you."

It was a partial lie. I didn't want to harm him unless I had to. The threat was only an incentive.

Boris slumped in his chair, knowing he had no leeway.

"What information do you Americans want to know? Governments? Money? I know of many." Boris said as I rested my hands on the table, leaning in and towering over him.

"We need information about the shooting in Los Angeles. One of our men was killed and we're investigating the cause of the incident. We know it's the Diablos from the footage all over the media. We just need to know what their reason was. The Diablos may not be known for their discretion, but they never killed people outright in such a public setting. You damn Russians have ears everywhere. What made them do it?" I said slowly as I kept direct eye contact with him, willing him not to look away.

"We don't know much, but we heard word that the Diablos are looking for a man. They are searching your home country this very minute for him. He holds valuable information and the Diablos want his head. Maybe your little friend found him and got himself killed." Boris said disgruntled.

"That still doesn't explain the shooting," I said impatiently. Boris flared his nostrils at my temper, but kept talking.

"Isn't it obvious?" Boris laughed humorlessly. "The man they are looking for ran for the streets and the men went after him. It had to have been important, especially since Lorenzo was around."

I froze at the name. Lorenzo Diablo was the second in command. He was a ruthless man with sociopathic tendencies. Lorenzo called the shots and repeated orders from their leader.

The head of the Diablos was anonymous to the world– even to us – but many speculated that Lorenzo was in fact the true leader. We have been tracking him down for years with no luck.

"Lorenzo was in Los Angeles? He normally stays in Italy."

Boris smirked.

"Lorenzo ordered for the fire. He hasn't been seen since– neither has the man he is looking for." Boris said wickedly. "And may God help him if he were to get caught."

I stayed silent as I processed what he said. Who was the man the Diablos were looking for? If we could find him first, we can use him to our advantage. We needed to locate him, fast.

"Do you have a name? A description?"

Boris shrugged. "No one knows. The Diablos are being tight lipped about it. To everyone, this person is a ghost. So you will release me now? I've done my end of the deal," Boris said impatiently. I stared at him coldly before tapping on the one-way window behind me where Xavier and the guards heard and recorded everything.

"Not quite, Boris." I said with a fake sympathetic smile. "The police just received an anonymous call that an internationally wanted criminal has been spotted on U.S. soil. Our friends here will drop you off."

A few guards entered and restrained Boris, who turned red. I could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. Xavier entered the room slowly and stood next to me.

"You said I would be released when I gave you my information! Are you the government? We made a deal! Our mafias will go to war!" Boris roared.

"We did make a deal, but you are also the head of one of the biggest trafficking organizations in Europe. You didn't think we only knew about the weapons, did you? We were able to find a few of your branches. We will be raiding them soon. You ruined hundreds of lives, and now it's your turn to suffer." Xavier said as we both walked away.

Boris' screams of rage echoed as the men held him down.

"By the way," Xavier added, spinning around to give Boris a charming smile. "We are not a mafia group or the government. We just happened to be in need of some information. So, thanks! Hope to see you in hell, Boris."

Xavier waved cheerfully as the guards dragged Boris away. The metal door slammed shut behind them, cutting off the Russian's furious curses.

Xavier dropped the happy-go-lucky act. While Xavier could relax and had a mischievous personality, he really amped it up to piss people off.

"This interrogation got us both answers and more questions. Now that we confirmed the Diablos were involved, we need to find a mysterious man that we know shit about. The Diablos wouldn't be after us though, Angelo had to be discreet enough to keep his cover clean." Xavier said in frustration.

"We'll just keep digging. But now it's a game of hide and seek. We just need to find the man before Lorenzo does. Lorenzo being in the country changes everything. We're going to need a better eye on any activity in the big cities now." I growled, and slammed my fist on the drywall, cracking it in my anger.

"We can worry about that later, this is only frustrating us and we need to clear our heads." Xavier looked at his watch and curses. "We took longer than I thought and I probably missed the entire doctor's appointment. Maria is going to kill me," Xavier scowled and I just smirked in his direction as he intentionally lightened the mood.

"You were the one that insisted we come here. It's your fault you didn't check your priorities," I chuckled and Xavier glared daggers in my direction.

"Fuck you Asshole, I hope Rosaline tortures you to the depths of hell," Xavier snapped as he stomped away.

I shook my head at my best friend's childish behavior. For being one of the most feared men in the city, he acted like a seven-year-old most of the time.

"Trust me, she's doing that without even knowing it," I muttered as I followed behind him.