Through my handsome lover’s contacts, an arrest warrant had already been issued, waiting until after our visit. It was my understanding the New York DA was waiting to issue a formal indictment, which would lead to a speedy trial. The evidence as provided by my brother, which was damning enough to crush Zane’s empire, was already in their hands.
One could say what I was about to do was nothing more than gloating, something I’d never done in my life. However, at this point I was eager for the unexpected meeting. Just to see the look on Zane’s face tickled me to no end.
Maybe the handsome, dangerous man was rubbing off on me just a tiny bit. What was wrong with that?
“What about Papovek?” I asked as soon as the elevator doors closed.
Gio and Montgomery looked at each other, both men far too amused.
“What have you done, boys?” I chided.
“Would you like to tell her, Gio?” Montgomery pushed.
“Certainly, boss. He was enjoying a new restaurant with his lieutenant. Sadly, the fish didn’t agree with him.” Gio grinned.
I was beginning to understand the code. While Montgomery had hesitated in explaining the darkest elements of how business was handled, I could read between the lines.
Dessert had been a tasty bullet.
Did it make me a bad person that I wished I was the one who’d pulled the trigger? Wasn’t that called revenge for my brother’s death?
After wrangling with the thought, I’d decided it was best to leave the acts of retaliation to the big boys. For now.
“Acceptable,” I said as we reached the floor.
“I told you she was tough, Gio.”
“Perfect for you, boss. If you don’t mind me saying.”
Montgomery laughed. “Not at all.”
I clutched the file of duplicated records that had been made. While there was no way for Zane to ignore or make light of the atrocities he’d performed, I knew him well enough to know he’d try to weasel out of the pending charges. Including trying to strong-arm Montgomery.
That would be a mistake.
A big mistake.
Huge.
No one should ever underestimate what Montgomery could do. He was simply… invincible. A sigh left my lips as we cruised down the corridor. Through use of special intel, we’d learned Zane was in his office. A rarity as of late. He preferred golfing with his buddies or ruining others’ lives.
While I’d been to the office on the top floor several times, Zane’s office had been modest in comparison to his father’s. Now, my ex was sitting in the corner suite with perhaps the most spectacular view of New York anywhere.
Not that I was here for the view.
I’d grown quite fond of New Orleans.
We barged in, but Gio was quick to ensure the receptionist didn’t alert anyone of our arrival. I had to give the man credit. He was highly persuasive when he wanted to be.
I strode down the hallway, noticing at least three or four people recognized me from years before.
Of course I was no longer in my wild print skirt and peasant blouse I used to wear, something else Zane had used to insult me.
What I was wearing was called a power suit. Red in color. Flaming red.
Did the color clash with my hair?
I couldn’t give a shit.
