I nod, following him from the office and outside.
The other men go their separate ways, and Antonio and I slide into the sedan.
My phone rings before I start the engine, and Aleksy’s name flashes on the screen.
I hold up the phone to show Antonio.
He nods, and I answer, putting the call on speaker.
“I have a serious fucking problem!” Aleksy yells on the other line, sounding nearly out of breath.
“What’s that?” I ask in annoyance.
I don’t give a shit about his problems.
I want to solve my problemswith himfirst.
“Fredricko, that crazy fucking arms dealer?—”
“I know Fredricko,” I cut in dryly.
“Well, he just burned down my goddamn bowling alley!”
I grin wide, adjusting the AC vents to blast me in the face.
“He said it’s payback for killing his son. He claimed I’m trying to steal his weapon contracts!”
I crack my neck. “Are you trying to steal his contracts?”
“No!” Aleksy snaps before lowering his voice, as if about to tell me a secret. “Would I love to have them? Of course. But I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
Is this him subliminally asking me?
I rub my chin, dragging my hand slowly down my throat. “Did you know your sister and I were shot at after leaving your house the other night?”
I couldn’t care less about whatever bullshit he’s dealing with.
I caused it and know why Fredricko is coming for him.
It was all a part of my plan.
“What?” he stammers. “No. Who did it?”
“That’s what I’m trying to find out.”
He goes quiet.
“You’re not going to ask if your sister is okay?” I hiss.
If the roles were reversed and Aurora had been shot at, I’d be demanding to kill whoever it was.
“Is … is she okay?” he finally asks, and I hear Antonio mutter, “Fucking pathetic loser,” in the background.
“Yes,” I snap.
“Then what are you making a big deal about me asking for?” He scoffs. “You’re her husband. You should be the one more concerned.”
I grit my teeth, wishing I could punch the fucker in his face. “Any idea who could’ve been behind it?”
