He nods. “We stood outside beside the car for thirty minutes talking. Roc went to take a leak, and Ghost and I separated to do our rounds. When we came back, the car was there. None of us thought it peculiar.”
So, the perpetrator was watching them. They waited for my guys to walk away in order to place that car.
“That means whoever it was knew who you were. They waited for you to move.”
They both nod.
A soft knock comes on my door before it opens.
“Mr. Salvito Delgado and Mr. Kazimir have arrived,” Jim introduces.
“Jimmy Jim, how many times do I have to tell you, call me Salv.” Salv comes waltzing through the door. It was after midnight, but whenever I called my brothers, I knew they would show up.
“Yo, what the fuck is going on?” Salv plops down in my leather office chair, kicking one leg over the arm. Kaz walks over to me and gives me a quick one-arm hug before taking a seat on the edge of my desk.
Before I could answer that question, the door opens again, and this time Mason and Grant walk in. Mason looks as if he might have climbed out of bed. For the first time, he’s not dressed like he’s just walked out of a board meeting. Tonight, he was in sweats, a t-shirt and tennis shoes.
“What the fuck is going on?” Mason asks, taking a seat in the other leather chair.
I run a hand down my face. “Tonight, the Horseman tried to kill Tiffany.”
“The fuck?” Salv sits up in the chair, placing both his feet on the ground.
Kaz’s jaw tenses as he stares at me.
“Explain.” Mason leans forward in his seat.
I quickly ran down the phone call and the explosion.
By the time I’m finished, Salv is up pacing the floor. Kaz is damn near grinding his teeth into dust. And Mason’s face is bright red. I loved that my brothers were just as angry and torn up about this as I am.
“How is baby sis? Is that her blood?” Salv asks, his face going blank.
I nod. “She’s shaken up. I have Doc in there with her.”
We borrowed Doc from the Church whenever we had injuries we wanted to keep away from the police and hospitals. Nathanielput us onto Doc. We paid him well for his services, and he was worth every damn dime.
“She’s fucking scared,” I say, my voice dropping low. “If I hadn’t gotten there.” I run a hand through my hair. “Fuck!” I grab the paperweight off my desk and toss it at the wall, causing it to shatter. Tiny shards of glass rain down onto the floor.
“Don’t do that.” Kaz grips my shoulder, turning me to face him. “Don’t think about what could’ve happened. You were there. You protected her.”
Dragging a hand down my face, I let out a deep breath. I felt so fucking worthless. Like I couldn’t keep her safe, and I didn’t deserve her.
No, you were too weak for that, weren’t you, Nicholas?
Those fucking words circle in my head again.
“What did the Horseman say when he called?” Mason asks, too calm for the situation.
I shake my head. “Nothing just told me to get to her.”
“I need you to think, Nic.” His tone is sharper now. I turn and glare at him.
“What the fuck do you want me to think about, Mase? The son of a bitch tried to kill my wife.” I take a step toward him. Kaz holds up a hand and cuts me off.
“I need you to get out of your fucking head and listen.” Mason’s words are growled through clenched teeth. “He called to tell you she was in danger, which means he wasn’t trying to kill her.”
His words finally break the cloudiness in my head. Shutting my eyes, I try to channel my memory. My adrenaline was still up from the situation, so it was hard to focus. Taking a few deep breaths, I replay the phone call in my head.
