“What’s your job title, Mike?”
Mike starts to cry louder. Ghost walks over and smacks him, nearly knocking him out of the chair.
“Answer my question.”
“Logistics Coordinator,” Mike finally says.
Salv whistles. “That’s a fancy title, Saint. How much does something like that pay?”
“Half a million a year,” I reply before turning back to Mike. “Not only do I pay you to do a job, I even assigned you men to work under you to make sure the job is done correctly.” I point to the bodies hanging upside down. “The job was not done. NowI’m missing one hundred million dollars’ worth of weapons. And the only thing you can say is you don’t know what happened.”
“Everything went as planned. I…I…”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know. I need answers. Or I’m going to make this shit personal and start collecting family members. I’d hate for you to watch my guys gut your fucking brother.”
The only reply I get is more tears from Mike. Annoyed with his crying, I wave my hand toward Ghost. He replaces the tape over Mike’s mouth. I turn my back to the scene and lean against the rail.
“You know he doesn’t know anything, right?” Kaz chuckles.
I shrug. “Yeah, I figured that out after I got here and three of the men were already dead and he wasn’t talking.”
“Which means someone knows enough about your business to steal from you.” Mason points out the obvious.
“Yeah, I know,” I groan.
“The better question is, what is the culprit going to do with four hundred crates of black-market guns?”
Mason isn’t wrong. That was indeed the bigger question. When it comes to arms dealing, I am the top supplier in the US. There are a handful of others, but they don’t come close to my numbers or have the amount of clients that I have. We respectfully stay out of each other’s way.
Occasionally, one or two have tried to poach into my territory and make backdoor deals with my clients, but I efficiently and swiftly shut them down. And by shut them down, I mean put them on the missing person’s list. I highly doubt one of them would try this shit, but you could never be too cautious. I’ll need to have a meeting with the other arms dealers.
I turn to Mason. “I’ll sit down with the other suppliers, see if anyone has any information. In the meantime, I need your guys to get me everything you have on an Evelyn Peters.”
Mason watches me for a second before nodding. “First, we get your family back, then we deal with this Horseman shit.”
He and I agree on that. I pull up an image of Tiffany in my head. That deep, dark skin that she kept moisturized. Her thick, tight curled hair and dark brown eyes. All of it pops up in my head. Soon, my love. Soon.
chapter Three
Found
Tiffany
“How long do you plan on hiding out?” Mira asks as I push my buggy up the aisle of the grocery store.
“I don’t know. I just need a little more time.”
Honestly, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. All I thought about the day I left was that I needed to get away from Nico. I had no real plan. Now here it is six days later, and I still had no clue. As nice as James is, I can’t stay with him and my mother too much longer.
Mira is silent on the other end of the phone. I stop the cart to fix Noah’s head in his car seat. He’s passed out, but he’s holding his head at an odd angle that would give me a crook in my neck for days if I slept like this.
“What did Nico do?”
Mira’s question catches me off guard. Until this point, I haven’t told anyone what my husband did wrong. Part of me wants to tell her every single detail. I want someone to talk to about it. Yet, when I open my mouth, the truth doesn’t come out.
“We just had an argument. Look, I know at some point I need to come up with a plan. I can’t run from him forever. He’s Noah’s father, and it isn’t right to keep him from his son.”
“Well, if you decide to come back, you’re welcome to come here and crash.”
