I’d been nervous since Gia had demanded to go back to her apartment. We didn’t have the energy to fight with her. It was her choice. We’d put a guard on her, and he hadn’t reported her keeping any company, but I didn’t like the way she was talking to that guy.
The guys scattered and I went back to Jules, though I’d never been far away from her. I was not looking forward to what was coming after the service. I needed to speak to Locke and Cara about the new information we’d recently discovered. It seemed the more we found out about Sal, the more things we found that I knew would break Jules’ heart even more than it already was. He was a real piece of work.
Looking over at Jules, I didn’t just see but felt the sadness and pain in her eyes. My parents never gave a damn about me, so when they died it wouldn’t bother me in the least. But it was different for her. So, I’d protect Cara with everything I had. I never wanted that look to grace my angel’s face again.
Back at the compound after getting the girls settled and resting, I flagged down one of the prospects. “Hey you! Prospect!” With a whistle and a wave of my hand, I motioned him over.
The prospect, Russell, came running over. “Yeah, Boss?”
“Go let Locke, Ezra, and Viper know I need to meet them in chapel as soon as they can. Tell them it’s very important.” I didn’t even feel like texting anyone, let alone talking to them. Not until I had to. What Tech had given to me earlier was more than I really knew how to deal with.
“You got it, Boss!”
He started to take off and I stopped him. “Prospect, whatever you do, make sure not a single club whore is let in here! I don’t want anyone that isn’t family here today. If they give you hell, tell them to come see me and I’ll deal with it!” I bit out, irritation seeping into my tone.
I headed to chapel. Waiting on everyone to arrive, all I could do was stare at the photos in front of me. Picking up one, the image was Sal at the park down the street from his house, talking to a woman. She appeared to be in her early twenties, with a little girl that couldn’t have been older than two. The girl had dark hair and light blue eyes. The next image was the same setting, but he was kissing the woman while the little girl sat in a stroller.
“Yo! Dom!” I looked up to see Locke walking in, followed closely by Ezra and Viper.
“Hey, brothers. Have a seat. We got some shit to go over.”
“Brother, by the look on your face, it ain’t fuckin’ pretty.” Locke frowned.
I flexed my jaw. “None of this shit is pretty.”
Locke pointed to the pictures. “What’s with the photos?”
I smirked. “Get this shit. This is Sal, but the lady with him is obviously not Cara. So, we can’t just go asking around and fucking things up for her.”
I handed the photo to Locke and he looked it over, then flipped it. “The kid, do you have any idea who she is?”
“No. And I would say it could be perfectly innocent, but the asshole has his tongue down the bitch’s throat in the next photo!”
Ezra spoke up. “So, what are you saying? That Sal was fucking around on his family and has another kid?” he asked in disbelief. “These pictures sure aren’t recent.”
I shrugged. “That’s what it looks like, brother. I mean, the kid looks like him, and I know it isn’t an old picture of Jules. This girl has light eyes and dark hair.”
“Shit, you’re right. That is fucked up. We need to ask Cara. Maybe she knows.” A knock on the door had us all on alert. “What?” Locke barked out.
A prospect stuck his head in. “Boss, Cara is here. She said she needs to talk to you. Should I let her in?”
I shot a look at Locke. He sighed. “Let’s get this shit over with.” He nodded.
“Let her in,” I said, honestly scared shitless of what the outcome would be and how much damage this would cause.
Watching and waiting for Cara to come in, the tension grew thick. She sat at the end of the table, so poised and together. If it wasn’t for the cuts and bruises on her face and the sadness radiating from her eyes, I’d never have believed that her husband was killed days ago.
I gave her a smile. “Cara, you wanted to talk to us. What can we do for you?”
Her chin lifted. “I want to talk to you about Sal.” The silence that filled the room was deafening. Nobody wanted to be the first one to say something, so we patiently waited for her to speak. “I know that you’re trying to figure out what happened, but there is something you need to know about Sal.” I nodded for her to continue. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and then opened them. “My husband wasn’t the easiest guy to get along with. We tried as much as we could to keep Jules in the dark about everything, and for a while he was only legitimate and didn’t deal in the shady side of the business at all. But the past couple of years, I noticed that large chunks