So, his next comment is something he’s going to need to tread lightly on.
“With Wallace gone, she either steps up or behind the new king. She already has you. But you’re already a target, and I have a feeling that De Leon will enjoy nothing more than to dethrone you. I understand you might be looking out for her, and you should. Roger would’ve wanted that. But I need to ensure, without a doubt, you’re watching your ass as well. Torin has already been hurt. I’m assuming you haven’t found Reeve.”
“No, sir,” I grind out. “He’s underground somewhere.”
“Probably the best place for him. I visited his father today… He’s still in bad shape.”
“Well, he was trapped in a dark basement for about seven years. Fuck knows what Elaine did to him.”
“I’m not entirely sure yet. However, I did take the liberty of giving you and the boys the opportunity to ask.”
I round the front end of my Benz but stop on a dime with his comment. “How?”
“You can find her in the same basement you found Reeve’s father. I thought a taste of her own medicine was in order until you had the time to serve justice the way Reeve would want.”
The smirk on my face is the fuel for my feet to keep moving to open my car door. “Diabolical.”
“It wasn’t hard to get her men to fuck off. She should’ve paid them more.”
“Apparently.”
“Take your time, Cairo,” my father commands, bringing me back to the more important tasks as I climb into the front seat. “I’ll handle Elaine for the time being. You stop De Leon’s witch hunt and attempt to take out the Titan seats.”
“De Leon isn’t shit.”
“Shit you can’t find.” Ozzy gets into the passenger seat and closes the door while I put my father on speakerphone. “Butshecan. That little bastard can’t resist himself, son.”
“I’m not using her asbait,if that’s what you’re saying.”
“I am,” he says unapologetically. “I know Ozzy is searching night and day. And I know he’s with you now. If I know that?—”
“We’re always together.”
“Son…” He waits a beat for me to calm down as I lean back against my leather chair. “You’re up againsttime. And you can’t stop it. Where’s Oz?”
“Right here.”
“Son, what have you found?”
“De Leon moves too much,” my brother says calmly. “There’s a speck of woods in Shoreline Peaks that he frequents, though. It’s loaded with men and guns. I haven’t found an opening yet.”
That’s impressive and telling.
Normally, Ozzy would go in like Rambo, dropping on people and slitting throats, but I have a feeling Bay keeps him from acting out as crazily as the rest of us do.
“That’s my boy,” my father praises. “You’re the last one I worry about.”
I glower at the phone but keep my comments and thoughts to myself.
I wasn’t the one who got shot. I’m not the one doing lines of cocaine. I haven’t fucked everything and everyone that’s out there. I didn’t drop Bay in the middle of the Atlantic fucking Ocean, either.
“And go get that wound cleaned up,” my father tacks on. “Bay needs you all on your game for this bullshit. I don’t want infections or any unnecessary setbacks.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And, for the love of Christ, find Reeve. Lorenzo needs him.”
Ozzy nods. “Yes, sir.”
