Take Me A Dark Billionaire Mafia Romance - Faith Summers Page 0,48
and ball my fists. “Next Friday was going to be another robbery. Fucking Jonny was in on it. he wasn’t just a look out. He was in on it.”
Now I wish I’d definitely put the bullet in his head. The camera’s picked up masked men taking him away in a black sedan with no plates. Of course, I know now for sure he’s fish food.
I’m pissed at the advantage they took of the situation and pissed at myself too because it really was my fault. Shit like this would never have happened when Peter was alive, and I put my trust in Jonny not thinking for one second that he’d screw with me.
It looks to me like they thought Jonny would be in charge and take over. there are listings right up to next year for the small arms shipments we have planned with Angelo and some of our other clients. These fuckers planned to make a fortune from us.
“This has been on the table for weeks,” Salvatore states, furrowing his brows. “Manuel didn’t question his shipment.”
“Maybe because they haven’t checked it out yet. We would have heard something by now and Manuel would have trusted us enough not to question shit.” Or maybe he’s fucking scared to do that. That’s entirely a possibility. “This is a nightmare.”
“It fucking is,” he agrees.
“Look where they’ve listed as the delivery point,” I point when he scrolls to the end of the list.
They’ve listed the delivery point as Checkpoint A.
Salvatore and I exchange glances.
“What the hell is Checkpoint A?” I ask.
“The fuck if I know. Damn it to fuck. We keep finding pieces of the puzzle but nothing actually fits together. There’s always one more fucking thing to figure out.”
I couldn’t agree more.
Chapter Sixteen
Lilly
I’ve been a nervous wreck for the last two days. Nervous and scared to go out.
If I had the money, I would buy a gun for protection. I haven’t seen the man again, but I’ve been paranoid, and I’ve had the sensation more than once that someone was watching me.
I don’t know who the man is or who would want to have me followed so I’m putting it down to Lev trying to scare me, although that doesn’t seem to fit.
His men would have scared me outright like they did the other day. Lurking in the shadows isn’t their style at all.
I’ve thought about who this guy could be, and I’m stumped. The worse thing I could have is a stalker. I contemplated that too.
The other thing I thought of was Miguel’s enemies. But it’s unlikely to be them since he’s dead. Enemies making threats on family members or former family members tend to only happen if the person it’s likely to affect is alive and well, and if they cared.
Miguel didn’t care and it was a known thing. People knew too that he’d rather keep me under lock and key to take out his frustration when things went wrong, although he insisted that he loved me.
He just had the strangest ways of showing it.
I just finished my performance.
It was the first night that I didn’t feel the music. The first time when I couldn’t sense that magic I always feel when I dance. I performed tonight under strain, eager to leave.
My stupid mind also noted that Christian wasn’t here again. Not here again so I can’t talk to him and ask him what the hell it is he’s is playing at.
Once again, I make my way back to the dressing room to get ready and leave with anxiety twisting knots in my soul.
I turn the corner for the elevator and a shrill laugh makes me turn my head. It’s the kind of irritating laugh that can make a person crazy. It’s one of those girls again who can’t stand me. She’s topless, wearing nothing but a thong and looks very at home. She’s talking to someone, but I can’t see who. They’re standing behind the pillar.
When the person steps from behind the pillar and I see it’s Christian I stop short.
The woman runs her hands all over his shirt. When she tugs on the edge that rage, I felt the other day comes back to consume me. But I’m enraged now for more than one reason.
I’m not just pissed about the damn money. I’m pissed at myself for being so stupid. Stupid enough to give myself to him and open any form of emotion.
“Come on, we can go back to your office,” the woman says.