He was standing behind me. “What do you have?”
“I had Morgan pull any surrounding footage, she’s pretty handy with cameras and footage,” Enzo started. “She found Alistair on tape.”
“Sloppy,” I replied.
“Even sloppier…we found the plates. And where he’s been staying at. The plates were registered to Naomi and there’s a property outside of town under her name as well.”
“He no longer cares about being caught,” I decided.
That had taken no time at all. Morgan was going to get a raise for sure. I didn’t feel good about my family staying in the house. Making last minute plans, I had Diamond take Tiberius and go to her father’s house. Nautica still had a few guards and she would be safer there.
Or at least that was what I hoped.
Chapter 27
Thierry
The entire ride to the compound that Alistair had built felt slow. It was like we were driving through molasses when really it was the traffic because of the explosion. We listened in on the radio to what the news reports were saying. The mayor’s wife had been identified and was listed among those as dead.
My stomach clinched.
My hands still felt as though they had glass shards poking into the tender flesh of my palms.
“We’re approaching,” Morgan said.
Enzo and I readied ourselves. There was the possibility that we wouldn’t make it back to the women that we loved.
Tibs, I thought.
I gave myself over to the thought that if I needed to die so that Tiberius could live free then so be it. Alistair wasn’t going to stop until we were all dead and buried. He would come for us one by one. He didn’t care who got caught in the crossfire literally. In fact, he got off on it. He had to be a pyromaniac with all the fucking fires he’d set and bombs he’d planted.
A chill went through me as we arrived at the lavish mansion.
“He won’t get away tonight,” I said.
“It ends here,” Enzo agreed.
Too bad Cassidy wasn’t around. I could have used the other man’s twisted brain but he’d decided to go on a vacation of his own. I believed I’d heard him say something about New Orleans. He’d said something about never going there before and wanted to forget about the mob for a while. Who could blame him?
Cracking my neck, the sound filled my ears and I peered down in my lap. Twin Glock-19s sat ready and waiting. The weight of the weapons sitting on my legs gave me pause. I was preparing to kill my own flesh and blood.
“He’s not family,” Enzo said seeming to read my mind. “He killed Naomi, had James and Alphonse murdered, and he tried to kill your wife and child.”
“The three of us would have been unstoppable,” I murmured imagining the chaos three Scarpetta boys could have rained down on the world.
Enzo clasped my shoulder. “It’ll never happen. Do not fucking hesitate…he won’t. And, if we don’t stop him here tonight…”
“I know.”
Quietly, we exited the vehicle; Enzo had an AK strapped across his back. He was playing no games tonight. He wanted this over as much as I did. My hands were shaking from all of the adrenaline coursing through my veins like a noisy train about to jump the tracks. A cold wind swept by and a dog howled somewhere in the far distance at the moon that was hanging low above. With care, I tucked the second gun away on my person at the base of my back.
It ends tonight.
We approached the house, the sound of gravel crunching under my ears. A million scenes were playing out behind my eyes but there was no way in hell he could get away again. I heard Enzo take a deep breath to the side of me, and he kicked the fucking door in and began to spray. Anyone that was innocent could have been hit. But if you were fucking around with Alistair there was a small chance that you were innocent.
Shots were ringing out all around me, mini explosions.
My men were straight fuckingmurkinganyone who dared to get in our way. My palms were sweating as I checked behind door after door, clearing rooms. When I got to one that was empty, I’d shake my head “no,” at Enzo and move on to the next one.
