Gripping the back of Tessa’s chair, I ignore him and look at what she has been up to. I may be Declan’s enforcer, but I also know my way around a computer. Seems my girl is a multi-millionaire if the banking records Tessa found are accurate.
“Who opened it?”
“Kellan Rossi.”
Rafael perks up. “What about Kellan?”
Not answering him, I ask her, “Legit?”
Tessa fills her cheeks with air and blows it out in one go. “It took a while to sort through and figure out, but from what I can deduce, the amounts transferred correspond to missing drug shipments.” She glances over her shoulder at Rafael. “If Julio Ortiz ever finds out, he’ll kill her. Doesn’t matter that it was Kellan who stole it. The fact that the cartel’s money now sits in an account with her name on it paints a target on her back.”
Rafael bends his head and roughly scrapes his hands over his face. “Fuck. Goddamn it, Kellan.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Because Rafael’s deal with Declan for returning Andie to him was to take that motherfucker down. Julio Ortiz is about to meet the full force of the Irish mob. Ortiz may control his little pocket of Mexico, but our reach is global. Not to mention, we’re crazier and like to blow shit up.
Going back to the information on the screen, I tell Tessa, “Wipe that account so it never existed and there’s no way to connect anything to Alexan… Andie.”
She doesn’t want to be called Alexandria anymore. I need to remember that and not slip up.
“Transfer the money over to a new account in the usual place. Her name only. And double the amount.”
“On it.” Tessa bites her bottom lip, her fingers flying over the keys as she gets lost in her job.
Tessa is a cool girl who rolls with the flow and gets the job done without asking questions. Doesn’t hurt that she’s fuck-all hot with a tight, little body and gorgeous tits. But my dick doesn’t take notice because it only craves the woman two floors below us.
Declan was smart when he brought Tessa on. Any entity can only survive long-term if it continuously infuses itself with the young blood of new members. That’s something Rossi and those other New York fucks failed to realize. They are a bunch of greedy, old men who refuse to relinquish any amount of power. Always afraid. Always tightening their grip to hang on to the throne one second longer, until eventually they choke it to death, and it withers away.
“Come with me,” I tell Rafael, already walking off and not waiting to see if he follows.
With Andie now living here, Declan wants us close by, which means I have to share space with this jackass, Tessa, and a few other of our most trusted men.
I take my time walking down the hall to the back room, past the four bedrooms, two on each side, and head straight to the armory. Even though I can’t hear him, I sense Rafael right behind me. I’m not stupid enough to show him our full weapons cache. The room we enter contains my personal shit. Four walls filled with various guns, knives, and other weapons.
Overhead fluorescent lights flicker on, and Rafael actually looks impressed. He scans the weapons and his eyes land and linger on a matte-black semi-automatic handgun.
“You know which gun she prefers?” I ask him, picking up a Sig Sauer P320.
“How the fuck should I know? Jax and I only recently showed Andie how to fire a Glock.”
That has me suppressing a chuckle. Well-played,bella. They have no clue what she’s capable of. The things she can do.
“You and your two fucktwit friends really are stupid as hell,” I comment.
Rafael pushes into my space. “What does that mean?”
There are very few men who will openly challenge me. I’m kind of impressed that he’s one of them. I know all about him and his two friends, especially the knife-happy one. Him, I’m dying to meet. But the guy currently in my face is the one I need to watch out for. He’s a whole other level of crazy if the stories are true. You can’t be one of Julio Ortiz’s offspring and not come out of the womb already completely fucked up.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” I state, and reach for another gun.
Tessa ferreted out something the other day that has Declan’s hackles up because he hadn’t been aware of it. But that’s his fault for not keeping a detail on Andie’s ass after he confirmed she was his daughter. I understand that he saw she was happy at that boarding school in Switzerland and decided to leave her alone and let her have a normal life. It was a mistake. One he quickly rectified by getting her away from Rossi once he found out she had come back home. Apparently, soon after our night in Geneva, my girl called in a favor, and the McCarthys were more than eager to provide it. Andie was family after all, regardless of the fact they had disowned her bitch of a mother decades ago. But in our line of work, favors come with strings attached. And one day, the McCarthys will start tugging on that string and reeling it in.
I settle on one of the SS Legion models because it’s more compact and should be easier for Andie to handle. I grab a magazine and snap it into place, make sure the safety is engaged, then shove it in my back waistband.
“Pick one and hurry up,” I tell him.
He takes the P320 I was just holding. I toss him a magazine for it, and we walk out.
“They arrived ten minutes ago. Four-man detail, all armed. Their entourage was told to wait in the lobby. The other two just went up to her suite,” Tessa comments as I walk past her to the elevator.
