“How the fuck do you know all this?”
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” Fabio snorted. “Just remember this when I call in a favor.” The call ended.
“Fabio says Alek is taking her do dinner tonight and she’s never making it home. What in the fuck did I do to piss off this motherfucker?”
“That’s a good question. I don’t have an answer. Could just be he has a small dick, and he’ll feel better about it if he steals Cass off the street… literally.” Jefe made his way to the exit. “I’ll be back. Gotta put Chance down for a nap. Don’t go anywhere, and that’s an order.”
I grabbed onto the edge of the bar and almost smashed my head on it. None of this made sense.
Was it really Kozlov who set up Steve or was it another player? I replayed Deputy Mitchell’s words in my head…There’sbeen some noise about Russians in town. Better watch your back.
Had he meant for me specifically to watch my back, or the club?
But Kozlov had been hanging around Cass’s café for a few weeks before Steve’s arrest. And now Alek wanted my girl.
I grabbed my head and squeezed, trying to force myself to figure out this puzzle.
What did Kozlov really want? Was he working with someone else? Was this nothing but a man trying to flex his muscles and take away a woman from another man?
No. It had to be more because I wasn’t in the picture until after Steve was arrested. Right?
Fuck, I didn’t know.
What blew my mind was how Fabio Ferrari knew more details about his situation than me. How many people did he have on his payroll? And should I trust him?
“Stop thinking for one second.” Prez strutted toward me. “First, we need to get Cass under our protection. As I was changing Chance’s diaper, an idea came to me. Let Kozlov take her to dinner, and we’ll get them both when they come out of the restaurant.”
“I don’t know where he’s taking her.”
“Find out every detail you can. We’ll be there.” He took the tequila and poured himself a shot.
I dialed Steve.
“Slay, I am so sorry,” he said.
“Shut up. I’m pissed at you, but I don’t have time to get into it. Where is Alek taking Cass to dinner?”
“No idea. He just said he’d be back at seven. I’m sorry I forgot to tell her to call you.”
“I don’t want to hear it.” I rolled my eyes at Jefe. “Text me her number.”
“What are you going to do?” Steve asked.
“Don’t be at the café, not anywhere near it at seven.” I ended the call. As if I would tell him anything after he didn’t follow through on one simple request.
My phone dinged when a new message came through. Cass’s phone number. Perfect.
“I take it he didn’t know jack shit.” Jefe reached over the counter and grabbed a bag of chips.
“You’d be correct. I’ll get a crew together to tail them to the restaurant.” I paused mid-thought. “Or would it be better to just be straight with her? I’m trying to imagine her waking up in my bed after being drugged.”
“It’s not like you’re going to have sex with her.”
“Of course I wouldn’t take advantage of her. But she doesn’t like the club and what we stand for.”
“And so, you want to tell her the dude who’s been flirting with her is really Bratva and he wants to snatch her and force her to be with him. I can see how she’d take that well?” He put a handful of potato chips into his mouth.
Dammit. Prez was on a roll today making me feel like an idiot.
