TROUBLE

FORTY TWO

I decided I wanted to work at home today, by home I don't mean with Miles, I mean at my family home. I knew someone was going to be home while I was there, I made me feel safer for some reason and it gave me a chance to catch up with everyone.

It's been 3 weeks since the meeting and every one is dealing with the aftermath. They are either finding Villin, King or finding my delightfully loving mother who has decided to flee the safe house, encrypting the hard drive, as that shit seems to be complicated as fuck. Everyone has tried cracking it, Camden, Angelo and Flavio are our best hackers and they have gotten now where closer to cracking it, even working together.

It was times like these when having Giovanni here would be a blessing, when he was first teaching me all those years ago he wrote down all the basic algorithms, techniques and sequences to recognise to cracking any code.

I wonder if it was still in his box of belongings that was at my house?

There were tons of journals that he had given me, with all his findings. Hell, he wrote diary entries about him cracking difficult codes, maybe something could help us.

"Ciao- anyone here?" I shout through the empty hallways, hearing not even a pin drop around here.

I shrug, going in the direction of the study to set up for the day. I text Miles as I walk letting him know I have arrived at my papa's, he had spammed me because I didn't respond within 30 seconds, despite driving.

Possessive men are a different breed

I sit down, taking out my laptop and my notepad. I start going through my emails, many were from Vinato investors accepting their invitations to the Vinato Collective Gala- it is basically all the Vinato recipients come and tell their stories, present their unique talents if they have them and a bunch of donors donate to cause, helping send even more children through colleges and apprenticeships.

But Javier had emailed me through a copy of his contracted death with the one and only Timothy King.

I print it out, so I can read it properly, I also print a few extra copies for my papa's system and for the case file.

I know that must sound strange, but the Vault makes case files of every mission they accept, it just gives us leverage if someone tries to get difficult, saying we did it wrong.

You'd be surprised by how many people try that, just to hold us responsible for their fuck ups.

I start reading through the contract, highlighting key sub- clauses or points of break throughout, I make notes as go to go through and look up words that have been used. There was a knock on the office door, I was slightly confused since I assumed no one was home.

I didn't reply and the door swung open, my wonderful twin walks through. A smile adjourned on his face. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a sweatshirt.

"Hey twinny, what you doing here, you have your own house." He chuckles, leaning on the desk beside me. I punch his arm, causing him to wince slightly.

"I know I have my own house dipshit, but I wasn't going to stay home alone. Plus, I may run a business but I down understand all the lingo, so if I'm here I have a 1 in 4 chance of getting help." I smile sweetly at Camden who just laughs again, getting a chair from the other side of the desk and pulling it around to sit beside me.

I hand him the contract as he reads through my highlighted notes with a confused expression on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Call someone." He states blankly.

"Who Camden, the fucking Queen of England, I am sure I have her on speed dial." I retort sarcastically, he rolls his eyes at me, running his hands through his hair.