"You're upset," I had rubbed at the back of my neck.
"Upset?" He had frowned. "You put me through fucking hell for months. I'm your brother and you show up here today. And why in the hell doesn’t your wife seem surprised to see you?"
"She knew," I murmured. "I mean she found out."
He started pacing, his eyes wide with anger. "I refuse to accept this. This is bullshit!"
The wood grain patterns on the floor of the house seemed to have become a lot more interesting. I had never noticed how perfectly straight the wood seemed until now.
"I had to see what he was planning?"
"Who?"
"Alistair. He tried to burn me alive, E. And if I hadn't found a way out...I really would have died."
Enzo scoffed at me, and then snatched up the keys nearby. He brushed past me and I didn't bother to stop him. His white shirt became a blur. "Hope it was fucking worth it, asshole."
Starring at the door for a long while, I felt someone touch my shoulder. Turning, I had found Diamond beside me. Tiberius was wide eyed and staring at me. Looking into his eyes, I could confidently say that it hadn't been worth it. I had missed a lot of his growing inside of his mother just to not learn much new about my enemy.
"Enzo really stepped up," she said softly, bouncing our son in her arms. "You would have been proud."
I slipped out of the memory, feeling uncomfortable. The shot glass was still sitting there full. Picking it up, I tossed the brown liquor back and nodded to Ernie for another. He filled it and I repeated my actions. Looking at the clock on the wall, it wasn't even close to getting busy yet.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I took it out to examine it. Enzo had replied with a simple thumb’s up emoji. Frowning, I put the phone back into my pocket. My gut was twisting up. We'd had shipments of coke coming into to be distributed all across the country. The other families were still operating at half the capacity because the DEA was digging into their asses. They hadn't been able to make much stick, but they were a nuisance either way.
However, I hadn't foreseen a war with any of John's enemies. They had decided that Diamond running things was a weak spot to be exploited even with my family backing her.
Starring at the glass again, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was indeed wrong. Muttering to myself, I headed to the back and grab my car keys. If I was wrong, then I'd be wrong.
But if something happened to Enzo, I'd never forgive myself. I had two guards on me tonight, just in case. Stopping by the door where I'd had them posted, I ordered them to follow me to the Warehouse on Sunset and Davis. With sharp nods of their heads, they'd agreed.
It was the rule now, no one in this family went anywhere without a guard, even Diamond's stepmother had Rex on retainer. Not that guards had done me much good the last time considering the trap Talia and Alistair had lain out for me.
A chill went through me as I remembered the dry, dull thud of both James and Alphonse's bodies hitting the ground when Alistair's main man had murdered them. I had watched the light go out on their eyes only to be faced with my father's severed head.
I started to choke.
My throat had gone dry and my eyes were starting to go blurry as a feeling creeped along my flesh, up my spine. Counting down from twenty, I regained control. Raindrops began to dot the windshield and I checked the mirrors on my car. Dean and Carter were still driving behind me in the Suburban, the bright lights causing my eyes to sting.
Finally, the GPS told me that I was three minutes away from Sunset in that monotone voice. My little car on the screen almost seemed to taunt me. Hopefully this went smoothly, it was just supposed to be a drop. The girls would cut the product and bag it up and then it would get distributed to the corner boys here and some would travel by car to New York to be sold.
The crunch of gravel travel into my ears when I hit the parking lot. Exiting I got out the vehicle and reached under the seat for the piece I kept there. Tucking it into my waist band, I noticed a very familiar car there.
I felt my blood pressure beginning to rise.
This was what she did to me.
Dean had already exited the Suburban and had jogged the steps. He was surveying the area and Carter was parking.
"Boss, let me go inside first," Dean spoke as Carter joined us on the steps of the warehouse.
Giving him a nod, I watched as he entered and then came back giving the all clear. Entering I took note of everything. Coke was stacked high on the table tops like mountains of pure white snow and women with masks on their faces, who wore not an ounce of clothing except panties was bagging the shit up.
My wife was standing nearby one of the tables dressed in a black body suit, and jeans. Had she ever really been pregnant? She was just about to take a taste, when I approached and snatched it from her. Her wrist felt warm in my grasp, and I watched the powder fall to the floor from the small spoon she had used to dab into the package with.
Our eyes clashed immediately, and I felt like we were the only two people in the room.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
