“Salvito, I thought I told you to call me when you boarded the jet?”
Salv looks to Mase with that grin that got him out of a lot of trouble in his youth. “Sorry, big bro. I spent the better part of my flight balls deep in identical twins.”
I grimace. Between the four of us, we own and share two private jets. This means we’re going to have to deep clean the smaller one again.
“They weren’t twins.” Kaz shakes his head in disbelief. “They weren’t even related.”
Salv shrugs. “Yeah, but the pussy was the same.”
No matter how much of a foul mood I’m in, Salv would undoubtedly make me smile at his bullshit.
“So what’s the deal?” Salv turns his attention to me. “What’s this shit about a letter?”
When I got the letter four days ago, I called my brothers immediately. We don’t discuss private things over the phone. We’ve been that way since we were younger. Anything that involves our side businesses or anything that might incriminate us in the court of law, we wait to speak face to face about it. Since Mason was out of state and Salv and Kaz were out of the country, today is the first day we can discuss the matter.
Tilting my head for them to follow me, I head up the metal stairs to the top floor of the warehouse. They all follow behind me.
As soon as the last one enters the office and shuts the door, I grab the letter off the desk and hand it to Mason.
His brows pinch as he reads. Salv reads it over his shoulder with Kaz standing beside him.
“What the fuck is this?” Mason asks.
Salv takes the letter out of his hand, and he and Kaz look over it.
“I got that in the mail four days ago. The same day the video of me putting a bullet in Marcus was sent to Tiffany.”
The only thing I told my brothers before this meeting was that Tiffany had left me, taking Noah with her, all over a letter.
“Hold on.” Salv holds the letter out toward me. “You’re telling me this muthafucker had my sister’s number?”
I grit my teeth as I think of all the things that could’ve happened. This Horseman is threatening to break me. He knew enough about my wife to have her phone number. What if he would’ve taken her, or worse, killed her?
“Have you handled the video yet?” Kazimir folds his arms across his chest.
I wave my hand through the air. “Of course. I have Maseo and his crew scouring the internet. The moment someone uploads or tries to watch that video, Maseo and his crew will wipe it clean. So far, they haven’t seen anything.”
We’ve been at this shit since we were teens. We have a reliable crew that can do anything from disposing of bodies to hacking into the fucking government, and anything else we need.
“Let’s focus on the issue at hand.” Mase points to the letter that is now lying on my desk. “I’ve checked my office, my home, and even my PO Box. I didn’t get a letter.”
“Neither did we.” Salv points between him and Kazimir.
“But my letter specifically says you and your brothers. The Horseman knows about all of us.”
“Then why didn’t we get a letter?” Salv asks.
It seems as if the Horseman was going after all of us; he would have sent a letter to all of us.
Mason rubs his chin. “Because it’s not our turn.”
We all look at each other. The reality hit us at the same time. This isn’t a regular attack; this person has carefully plotted and planned. He’s curated an attack for each of us. If the Horseman knew enough to know about our past, it means they’ve been studying us. This could be dangerous.
“He’s trying to take us out one by one.” Kazimir rubs his chin.
“Yes. He’s lining us up like a sniper. Keeping us on our toes so we don’t know who’s next.”
Mason’s words cause a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
