Quickly, I grabbed my phone and hit the green button to answer.
“E, tell me something good.” I tapped my pen against the desk.
“I found him,” he said, piquing my interest.
Sitting straighter, I gripped the pen tightly. “How? Where?”
“He’s driving his son’s car. Once I hit a dead end with his car, I thought about it and realized there could be more cars he has access to. I hacked the BMV and saw he was a cosigner on his son’s car. Using the VIN, I was able to hack the GPS and locate him.
A smile split my lips and I stroked my beard. “Where did you find him? How do we know he’s there?”
He grunted. “I wouldn’t bring you any information without checking my facts.” That was true. There was a reason my brother had taken his skills and opened an PI business. “He’s hiding out in The Sticks.”
“The Sticks, huh?” I dragged my tongue over my teeth. While Silver Stone was a wealthy city, there was a small part considered to be lower class. The Sticks was gang driven and known for killings, prostitution, and drugs.
“I looked up the address and it looks like the house belonged to his aunt. She’s in a nursing home, but he still maintains the house for her.”
“Send me the address.” I reached for my computer to shut it down. My blood pumped with anticipation. Neil had been given too many chances and now it was time for him to answer for it all.
“Already ahead of you.”
I pulled the phone back and checked my texts. “Got it.”
“Good. Let me know if you need anything else.” Before I could reply, he had hung up. That was fine though. Emmet had done his part and this wasn’t his or any of my brothers’ fight. It was time to end this fight and finally move on.
CHAPTER 36
CASHLYNN
“Where are you taking me? What the hell is going on?” I asked, looking around, attempting to gauge exactly where we were.
Dante, Jackson, and Luke stayed silent. My legs bounced as my irritation grew. I wasn’t sure what was going on, except Nazai had called and told me Dante was waiting for me downstairs. No one told me anything further than that. My stomach had been funny all day and the last thing I wanted to do was play games.
The area we were in wasn’t too far from the church we had attacked just last week.
The street we turned onto was full of rundown houses. Some looked better than others but they all could use some upkeep if you asked me. When the car stopped, I went into my hoodie pocket and gripped my gun. The moment we started toward The Sticks, I went into my bookbag and grabbed it. While I didn’t think Nazai would do anything to put me in harm’s way, I wasn’t going to be caught off guard again.
The back door opened and Jackson was standing outside of it. My brows furrowed. Dante said nothing. Luke was now out of the car.
Tossing my hood over my head, I slowly slid out of the car. My hand gripped my gun tightly and my finger rested on the trigger.
“This way,” Jackson said, preceding me across the street. It was late at night so the street was dead besides the few houses with lights on and a couple cars that passed from the main street we’d turned off of.
Jackson opened the door to a red house. From the streetlights, I could see the paint was chipped and one of the front windows had a broken shutter.
My frown deepened. “What the hell is this?” I stopped, not wanting to go further. Staying alert, I bounced my eyes around the entry of the house and the porch we were on. My heart pounded rapidly.
“Everything’s fine, Wildfire. You can release the gun.” Nazai came out of the darkness into view with a crooked grin on his handsome face. He dropped his eyes to my mid-section before lifting them back to my face.
“Nazai? What the hell is this?” I stomped past Jackson to my husband.
He reached out and pushed my hair back. “You just wouldn’t be you if you weren’t difficult, huh?”
I bit the inside of my cheek, attempting to keep my irritation down. “I don’t like being thrown into situations without knowing what’s going on.”
His smile grew. “Fair. Follow me.” We walked to the back of the living room into the kitchen. I was confused until I laid eyes on Neil who was beaten and hanging from the fan of the low ceiling.
“Now, aren’t you glad I brought you?”
