Did it break your heart to have to kill your little driver?” He pauses as if he’s waiting for a response, but he won’t get one. “This isn’t over until I say it’s over, Nicholas.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
Laughter greets my ears again. “Right now, you should be more concerned about why those crates are in your hotel.”
Just then, noise from the lobby has Ghost and I both heading in that direction.
“And I’m telling you, I don’t know what this is about, but we have rights.” Stephanie is in the lobby facing off with a few cops.
“Have fun cleaning this up, Nicholas.” the Horseman says before the line goes dead.
“Mr. Basille,” Stephanie turns to me. “These officers say they have a warrant to search the premises.”
The moment the words were out of her mouth, I knew I was about to have a long fucking day.
I turn to Ghost and without saying a word; I tell him to call Maseo and check those cameras. He dips his chin and pulls out his phone. I turn back to Stephanie.
“Call my lawyers.”
Four hours later, I’m walking out of the jail. I sat in that interrogation room for three hours waiting to talk to someone.
When the doors finally opened, it wasn’t an officer coming to speak with me; it was the commissioner. He apologized profusely for the inconvenience and told me the person responsible for this bogus search would be dealt with. I wasn’t shocked at his appearance.
By now I knew Mason had heard about this bullshit and had most likely cleaned up the mess.
I step outside of the building with Jordan Brooks, my attorney, by my side.
“Everything clears,” he says lowly for only us to hear. “Maseo sent over the video footage. It’s doctored up to look like some random thugs broke in and stashed the guns.”
I nod my head, still fuming that this bullshit even happened.
“Stephanie and your publicist are making sure this debacle doesn’t make the news,” he goes on to say.
Jordan has been with me for years. He knows me as Niccolo and Saint.
“Good. I want whoever signed that fucking warrant. Get me their information.”
He nods. Buttoning my coat, I walk down the steps. My black suburban pulls to a stop in front of the building. The door opens and Ghost steps out. Once again, the look on his face tips me off that something is wrong.
“There’s been an accident.”
Just those words have my heart racing in my chest and my head spinning. My breathing grows so loud I’m sure everyone around can hear the labored sound.
“Jake was injured pretty badly. He’s in the hospital. It was touch and go for a while, but he’s stable now.”
“Where’s Tiffany?”
It’s not that I didn’t care about Jake’s life, he was family to me. However, Ghost isn’t telling me about Jake before he mentions my wife for no reason. Something isn’t right.
He looks down before back at me, and I can already see it in his eyes. “She’s missing.”
My fucking legs go weak. I nearly collapse to the ground but regain my strength before I fall. Noises are swimming in my head, and the lights are too bright. My world is fucking falling apart.
“Mason is on his way back, and so are Kaz and Salv.”
Ghost continues to talk, but it all sounds like he’s communicating through a cup. I can’t lose Tiffany. I can’t dream of surviving without my fucking wife. Is she scared, hurt? Has someone already taken her from this world? Even the thought of that has me clutching a hand over my racing heart.
The guns make sense now. The Horseman had said, have fun cleaning it up. He knew that I had the connections and the means to get out of that bullshit situation. He didn’t plant thoseguns because he thought I’d go down for it. No, he planted the guns so it would keep me busy long enough for him to take my wife.
