“Wait.” He stopped me before I could walk through the front door. He pulled off the shirt he had on and shoved it over my head.
Scrunching my face I put my arms through the holes then stared at him.
“No one but me needs to see you dripping of me.” Heat flooded my cheeks and I snatched the front door open.
We got outside and I saw River and a couple of other men outside. A cool breeze brushed over my lower lips through the shirt that went to my knees.
“What is this?” I spun around to face Nazai.
“They’re gonna handle the cleanup,” Nazai said, stepping next to me.
“How did they get here so fast?”
“You think I came here without backup? I didn’t know what I was walking into.” He smirked.
Rolling my eyes, I snatched my gun from him then stormed past them and headed for my car.
By the time I got to the car, Nazai had caught up to me. “Get in the passenger seat,” he told me once I tossed my things in the trunk.
Glaring at him, I stalked to the passenger side and got in. My work phone vibrated and I saw it was a message from my handler confirming payment had been sent.
“Looks like there’s more I need to learn about my wife,” Nazai said, starting the car.
I cut my eyes at him but didn’t say anything as I buckled my seat belt. I couldn’t think straight. The last twenty minutes had my mind jumbled. Nazai now knew my secret; that I’d followed in my parents’ footsteps. Now I wasn’t sure what to expect going forward.
CHAPTER 19
NAZAI
Silver Stone, let’s shine light on the shadows. We all know the key to anything around here is money. So it’s no shocker that there’s no one talking about the shooting at Dominic Tavarez’s party the night before. There isn’t even a police report. As you know, there have been rumors of his connections to multiple crime bosses, which isn’t a shocker given how many get away with things in his courtroom. And his son represents them as well, isn’t that a conflict of interest? Not to mention every single member of the family had a gun on hand. What respectable family is armed like that? It makes me wonder if the family pissed off the wrong crime lords they allegedly have allegiances to. For too long the wealthy have gone unpunished, and for too long they’ve been granted privileges just because they have money…
My jaw clenched as I continued to read the latest blog post byThe Shadows of Silver Stone. Whoever they were had commented on the shooting that happened three days ago at my dad’s retirement party. Whoever ran the page was obsessed with exposing how corrupt me and my family were. While many families, legal and illegal, were spoken on, lately whoever it was had been hyper-focused on my family in particular.
“Have you read this shit?” I gritted, lowering my phone and looking at my brother. “Have you been able to find out who’s running this blog?” I asked Emmet while sitting across from him in his office. On top of being a professional hacker, he did freelance PI work, mainly for organized crime members who were looking for people who crossed them. On his desk sat four large monitors with a laptop in the middle. He had a large file cabinet on the wall. The room was decorated in black and red.
“No. I’m working on it, but whoever it is, is almost as good as me.” His brows furrowed and creases formed in his forehead as he typed intently. “They think they’re smarter than me but they’re not. Each time I’m almost in, I hit a block, but I’m gonna figure it out.”
One corner of my mouth lifted. One thing about Emmet was he took pride in his intelligence. I hadn’t met anyone smarter.
“Fuck!” he growled and twisted to another computer. “They’re trying to hack me back. Do they really think it’ll be that easy?”
I had no idea what he was talking about. He started mumbling to himself and his face grew more intense. Emmet might be lethal, but he was a nerd at heart. Not much excited him, but things like this did.
“What about the shooting? Did you find anything?”
He paused and sat up straight. “I’m still working on it. I’m going through all the street cameras and any attached to the surrounding buildings. I’ll have something soon.”
I tapped my finger on my thigh. “One more question.”
Emmet looked annoyed but gave me his attention. “At Dad’s party I saw you give Lucas a folder. He still has you looking into Adrian?” One of my brows rose, referring to a ghost from the past.
Emmet hardly showed emotions. I loved my little brother, but he had one hell of a poker face and it always pissed me off. Out of all of us, Emmet stayed more to himself growing up. He did jobs with us and did his part in getting the information we needed. He had one hell of a kill shot too, especially with a rifle, but his secret keeping was vault tight.
“Why not ask him?”
I stroked my beard. “Because he gets touchy when it comes to her, so I’m asking you.” I sighed. “Look, I’m just worried about him, E. He’s been obsessed with finding her for the past fifteen years, you helping him only enables him.”
“I’m not enabling him. Lucas isn’t gonna let it go until he learns what happened to her. I would think you’d be happy if we could come to a solution and put it to rest.”
