“How. Did. You. Get. This?” My best friends are getting on my last nerves now, and they know it. I’m not a person who sugarcoats things. Oliver puts up his hands and points to Josh.
“It came in your mailbox,” Josh states sternly, not concealing his frustration. I look at the paper once more.
Yes.
It’s handwritten.
“I want you both to call Hana and let her figure out how the fuck an anonymous person knows my fucking address. And have her contact her friend. Blain… Bain… Bade?”
“You mean her friend who is a forensic document examiner?” Oliver asks.
“Yes. What the fuck is his name?”
“Kenan.” Close enough.
“Right on it, M.”
My two friends linger for a moment longer as they anticipate my next move. They know I’m beyond angry.
“M, this is unsettling, man. What the fuck are you thinking about?” Oliver has always been more brass than Josh. While Josh is calm and collected, Oliver is wild and impulsive.
“You both need to understand that this isn’t a coincidence,” I tell them as I’m staring at the letter, trying to decipher the handwriting. I am shit at it. I didn’t study forensic science, for crying out loud.
“It doesn’t seem like it,” Josh agrees with me.
“What are you both talking about? Do you two really think this has something to do with one of the dealerships burning down?” Of course Oliver is countering what Josh is saying. While his point is bullshit, I do get where he is coming from. I used to own twenty-six dealerships, but last year, three of them were burned down. The ones located in Tuzla, Sarajevo, and Belgrade.
Why? I have no fucking idea.
Who did it? Also, no fucking clue.
And that’s what is pissing me off.
I have the best team in the world for this shit, yet we can’t figure out who did this or why. I put the letter in my desk drawer and turn my attention to the two men.
“Oliver, three of my car dealerships got burned down in the last year. And to top it all off, somebody knows where I fucking live!” My voice is rising, the pounding of my heart inside my ears, and I can feel my palms getting sweatier.
“Okay, okay, we will figure this out.” Oliver puts his hands up in the air as if to say that he is defeated. Josh rolls his eyes at him.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me, sweetheart?” Oliver asks Josh as he blows him a kiss. I rub my temples.
“Keep your fucking sexcapades to yourself, got that?” That was an order. Josh gives Oliver a death stare while Oliver is trying to conceal a laugh. Those two are loyal and the best right hands you can find, but they are equally wild in the bedroom. While I do not care about my employees’ sexual adventures, they have let it slip that they like to share.
To each their own, honestly, but I won’t share Lana with anybody.
Oh, Lana.
As if the universe knew I was thinking about her, I get a ping on my laptop from the security cameras I installed in The Rope’s apartment. I fucking knew she would go snooping around. I have been watching her for five months, and I have learned that she is a curious cat. She almost got herself into danger a couple of times, but I always have some of my own men and women nearby.
“M, why are you still waiting?” Josh snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Because, gentlemen,” I start as I close down my laptop and put it in my safe. “The prey always needs to be studied first before the predator makes its attack.” I leave them both thinking over what I just said as I head for the door.
I am walking toward my Yamaha V-MAX. Before I put on my helmet, I send a quick text to Lana.
Are you happy right now?
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