Shit, he is. Emmanuel Lopez doesn’t say anything he doesn’t mean. Darn it. What do I do?
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Paz, we gotta go get Evie. I need the jet and a new fucking lieutenant for the western region because I am going to fucking kill Enrique!” I yell out through the house. I have no idea where Paz is, but I know he’s close. He’s always close.
As expected, he rounds the corner. “What’d he do? Is Evie okay?”
“Her shop is currently burning to theground. She said something about Enrique manhandling her,” I grind out between clenched teeth.
“He touched her?” Paz’s brows raise in surprise. “Fucking moron,” he adds in Spanish before heading towards the garage. “Let’s go. I’ll contact the pilots on the way to the hangar.”
“I’ll meet you at the car. I need to grab something.” I run upstairs. Opening the safe in my wardrobe, I retrieve the small velvet box I’ve stored there for Evie.
A few minutes later, Paz jumps into the back seat of the car with me. I have my laptop out as I search through the CCTV footage of Evie’s shop that I have stored on the cloud. How the fuck does a dress shop go up in flames? In my experience, fires are never an accident.
I watch as Evie leaves with Rachel. Enrique messaged me earlier, saying that they’d stopped at a local diner. I watch as Evie’s employee walks around the store. There’s something about this girl I don’t like. Amy maneuvers around the counter. She taps a key on the computer and then the cameras cut out.
“Someone turned her cameras off,” I tell Paz. “At the dress shop.”
“Who would target her?” Paz asks.
“Anyone on that fucking list we got from her mother.”If they know we’re coming for them…
Fuck, I should have considered how this could come back to her. I don’t care what I have to do. I will be taking her back to Vegas with me. At least I have more men there, more secure properties.
“Have you spoken to Enrique?” Paz asks. “He see anything?”
“No, I don’t want him to know I’m coming for him. He was at the diner with Evie when the store caught flames,” I explain.
“When you say manhandle, what exactly did he do?” Paz questions.
“Does it matter? He fucking touched her. He was instructed not to fucking touch her,” I grunt.
“I’ll find someone suitable for promotion on his crew.” Paz scrolls through his phone. I close my laptop and message Evie.
Me:
It’s going to be okay.
I know what that shop meant to her. The fact she’s just watched it burned to the ground will be breaking her heart. Whoever fucking did this will pay.
Evie:
How? I’ve lost everything.
Me:
You will never lose me. I will build you a new store, anywhere in the world you want it. I will fix this for you.
Evie:
I don’t want your money, E.
Me:
You don’t need my money. You have your own.
I know she sent the fifty million I put into her account back. I had my banker double it again. She either hasn’t noticed or is choosing to ignore it until she figures out her next move.
