“Me,” Tyler answered. “You’ll get me.”
“Not so fast,” Gianni said. “Why’d you do it?”
“What? Why did I do what?”
“Why’d you betray me? We made so many plans. It was because of that night, isn’t it? I couldn’t let them live, amico.”
Tucker and Tyler looked at each other wondering what the hell Gianni was talking about. The sickening feeling he had weeks ago that Lucas was hiding something from him came back to him.
“Do you know what he’s talking about?" Tyler asked him.
“Not a clue, see if you can get it out of him,” Tucker answered.
“It wasn’t just that night,” Tyler said.
“Don’t lie to me, amico. I think I know you better than that now. I never wanted to make you angry. You know that? But he disrespected me and my organization.”
Tyler stared at Tucker as they both tried to figure out what went on between Gianni and Lucas. “Is this your way of saying sorry?”
“No, I stand by my action, amico, you knew what I was capable of.”
“Yes, I did. But it still surprised me.”
“Let us forget the past, little Lucas, and focus on the future. I needed to talk to you, tell you everything,” Gianni said.
“I’m here now, so talk.”
“I . . .”
Whatever Gianni had to say was cut off, the sound of screams and yelling reached Tucker and Tyler. Tucker stepped away from the SUV and hurried over to Jaxson who had his gun pointed up and was looking around as people were rushing out of the warehouse.
“What the fuck just happened?” he demanded.
“I don’t know,” he said still looking around.
“What the fuck do you mean you don’t know?” He wasn’t angry with Jaxson, and he was sure his friend knew. But it was frustrating the way things kept happening the closer they got, specifically where Gianni was concerned. He couldn’t help feeling as if there was more, lots more going on than what was above the surface.
He didn’t wait for an answer, Tucker grabbed his gun and ran into the building keeping his back to the wall, looking around before walking fully into the open space of the warehouse and seeing a body on the floor. Slowly, he walked over to the body, kicking the gun pointed toward him. He kicked Gianni’s feet. The man didn’t move; a sure sign that he was dead.
Stepping closer he saw the bullet hole in his chest and blood starting to pool around Gianni’s body. He kicked the gun away from beside Gianni’s body then walked over to the window and looked out trying to figure out where the shot could have come from. Tucker was pissed. He wanted to know which idiot took the shot and who the hell ordered it. He turned around when he heard footsteps rushing into the room.
“He’s dead,” he said to Jaxson. “Find out who took the shot, without permission.”
“Already on it,” Seabrook said coming up behind Stephen.
“I want to know what the fuck happened, Jax.”
“Fuck, me too,” Jaxson answered looking around the room.
Gianni was about to tell Tyler something before he was killed. I’m sure he has a partner, but does that mean Lucas was safe to come home? Or am I just searching for something that isn’t there?
“Go on, get the hell out of here,” Jaxson said to him.
Tucker nodded taking things as what they were. Jaxson was in charge. “I want the report on my desk by the time I get back,” he said to his friend.
“Where the hell are you going?” Seabrook asked, and Tucker ignored him.
He walked out of the warehouse bypassing the cops and agents. Taking off his flak jacket, walking to the SUV where Tyler was still waiting. He got in the passenger seat, slamming the door.
