I don't deny it, but I'm not giving him any answers either. There is a reason that Mia is scared of him, and I'm not letting it or him touch her. She's mine.
"You can have the gallery for Ella's birthday," I say instead.
"Thank you. And don't be a stranger, we would love to see you and your wife at the party," he smoothly says beforehanging up.
Fuck, I didn't want him to know that I was married to Mia, but I knew I couldn't keep it a secret for long, but since I haven't announced it, that gives me pause.
I put my phone down and turn to the men sitting in my office after making a few decisions. "We need to talk with the harbor master." Then my gaze goes to Liam, my eyes narrowing on him. I'm not sure if he's the one slipping information, but I don't think so. I'm going to keep an eye on him, though. "I need you out on the street. Just keep an eye on the Bratva. I don't want any surprises."
"Got it, boss," Liam says as he stands up to leave.
The rest of us stand to leave, too, and in hopes to get them on board I mutter, "Let’s go find the harbor master."
"He should be in his office," Daniel pipes up.
A grin spreads across my face, because tonight we are going to get some answers.
Twenty minutes later, we're pulling up at the harbor and my adrenaline is pumping, knowing that anything could happen.
Will he cave right away?
Will he put up a fight?
It’s time to get some answers. All three of us form a united front, walking into the office, slamming the door against the wall.
"Hello, Mr. Washington," I casually greet him, but I can see he's on edge. His eyes dart around the room and I can tell that he's trying to figure out how he can escape but there is nowhere to go.
Daniel and Henry stay behind me, blocking the doorway, so that way no one can come in or go out. Placing my hands on the top of his desk, I lean over giving him a grin, and I know that this one probably looks psychotic, unlike the one I give my wife. "We have a few things to discuss."
"What could that be?" he asks, trying to sound strong, but his tone gives him away—he's scared.
"I heard that you're trying to give away a few of my harbor spots?"
The man shakes his head. "No. I wouldn't do that."
I slam my hand against the desk making him jump. My jaw clenches as I grit out, "That's not what some of your employees are telling my men."
He shakes his head, sputtering, "I don't know what they're talking about."
I throw my hand out, wrapping it around his throat. I don't reply to him, I just stare deep into his eyes, slowly squeezing his throat.
Anger boils up inside me the more I stare at him because this man is fucking with my business. And if he's fucking with my business, then that means he's fucking with my family. If I'm here taking care of this shit, then I'm not at home taking care of my wife.
"Kieran," Henry warns, and I release his throat. Hegasps for air.
Standing up, I smooth out my shirt and try to calm myself. When I feel a little bit more under control, I look back over at Mr. Washington. "Now, let’s start again. Why are you trying to give away some of my docks within the harbor?"
"A Mr. Carrino came to me and threatened to kill my family if I didn't do business with them," he blurts out.
"Now we are getting somewhere," I tell him, then look over at Henry and Daniel. They both nod, letting me know that was what their informants had said, too. Focusing back on him, I adjust my cuff links. "Now tell me who came to see you and exactly what they said."
Fifteen minutes later and we're walking out of the office. All of the information that was thrown at me has the wheels in my head turning on how I'm going to deal with this. I have a few ideas, but since we're having breakfast with my parents in the morning, I'll run it past Da, see what he thinks.
"What now? Henry asks as we walk toward the cars.
"Now I'm going to go home to see my wife," I say as I look over at Henry, who looks deep in thought. "You’re still coming for breakfast, right?" I ask.
"Yes," he says, letting out a sigh before murmuring, “This is a shit show, Kieran.”
