I will admit I didn’t catch this. This was all Mason. He got tipped off the night my money drop was attacked. In fact, he was trying to bring it to my attention the day the Horseman sent everyone that damn journal entry.
Two days ago, Grant found the captain’s estranged ex-wife. It seems he had reconnected with her before he went on the run. He told her all about the deal he had brokered with Roc to transfer the guns.
Apparently, after shit went down, Roc was trying to clean up after himself. Which is why the captain was hiding out in that hotel. It’s also why Roc volunteered to look for him. He found him before we did.
Grant and Ghost are the ones who found out about the drug use and how he was being blackmailed.
Nate, Ghost, and I climb out of the SUV. Another blacked-out suburban pulls up. The driver, one of my men, steps out. Nate climbs behind the wheel while Ghost and I get in the back. The driver then goes to the SUV with Roc in it. He will dump the car and dispose of the body for me.
Nate pulls out of the parking garage and heads to my house. I lay my head back and let out a deep breath.
“It’s finally over now,” Ghost says.
It felt as if I could breathe for the first time since Tiffany got that video. The past few months have been one bullshit thing after another. But now, Tiffany was safe, and I’d recouped most of my missing guns. I can get back to my regularly scheduled program. However, there was one very real threat still out there.
“Not until I bring the Horseman down.”
chapter Thirty-three
Over
Tiffany
Everything finally feels back to normal. It’s been two weeks since the day Nico told me he’d dealt with the guy that was trying to hurt me.
It felt good not to have to look over my shoulder as much. I’m still not traveling or going anywhere without Jake, but at least I didn’t have to worry about getting pepper sprayed.
My husband informed me that we weren’t in the clear fully because we still needed to find the Horseman. From my understanding, Nico has some specialist going through Roc’s and some hotel guys’ phones trying to see if the Horsman contacted them and left a number. So far, no luck.
“How is it looking?” I ask my husband.
Today was the last walk-through of Basille North River. The repairs have been done, the place is set to have its grand opening tomorrow. Right now, Nico is walking the property one final time to make sure everything is perfect.
“It looks like I had the best interior designer in the world.”
I laugh but I won’t lie as if his words didn’t make me feel good. I loved how proud of my work he always is.
“Yeah, well, seems to me you should do something special for your interior designer.”
“Oh yeah?” The way his voice drops has my panties ready to disintegrate. “What would you suggest?”
You would think I should be tired of this man’s dick. Since the night of the awards ceremony, Nico and I have been on each other like rabbits. The only time we took a break was when he was missing those two days, but trust me, we made up for that.
“Maybe you should surprise her at her office, bend her over her brand-new desk and fuck her until she screams.”
His deep chuckle sends goose pimples over my skin. “You and I both know you’re playing with fire, Mrs. Basille. Don’t make me show up at your office.”
I bite into my bottom lip and kick my feet like a schoolgirl with a crush. He was calling my bluff. We both know I’m just talking shit. These offices are not soundproof, and I wasn’t trying to lose my job because I got dicked down by my husband in the building.
I laugh, leaning back in the chair. “Fine, then buy her some of that banana pudding cheesecake she likes from Salv’s spot.”
Nico’s hearty laugh comes through the phone. In the background, I can hear Stephanie, his assistant, calling his name.
“I have to go, Angel. I’ll see you tonight. Have fun at your lunch. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
I hang up the phone. The moment I did, I got a text from Lauren letting me know she was headed to the restaurant.
