Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
“Uncle Felix, I will be in touch for continued training remotely as you promised. Uncle Joe, take Auntie Cass on that vacation when Granny McGowan returns home. You both need the rejuvenation. Uncle Felix, I am ready to work; my break is over.”
Wyatt
My head is still spinning from this afternoon. None of us knew what to say after Sammy’s words. I damn sure had plans to make Kennlee’s life hell.
Come to find out, Nellie’s siblings and dad knew nothing about what she was up to. However, Sammy’s words have given me pause. The last thing I want to do is hurt Nellie in any way.
Pushing my thoughts aside, I pull my phone to send LaSalle a text. Sammy just left with Ryan to have dinner with Carmen’s family. Although my interest has been piqued by Sammy’s sudden interest in seeing Kiyoshi Matsumara-Nash and his son Ne, I need to let the kid’s parents know he wants to come home.
Me: He wants to come back. I will see him to our jet in the morning. Would you like to know what all he’s been up to?
LaSalle: No. I don’t think that’s necessary. He will tell me what he wants me to know. Thank you. I will cover the fuel for your jet, or I can have mine there by morning.
Me: Don’t even worry about it. Tack it on as another part of his birthday gift. We love that kid. He’s awesome.
“Holy shit. Ain’t that a bitch?”
I look up from my phone as Felix whistles at his computer screen. I move to see what he’s looking at.
“What’s up?”
“Sammy was right. We are being watched. It’s that task force LaSalle and Logan shut down. Apparently, someone hasn’t gotten the memo.
“And here I found out why you should hold off on teaching Nellie’s stepmom a lesson. Mr. Hamilton has stage-three cancer.
“Yeah, his wife has everything you planned coming to her, but I don’t think he was in on it. Sounds more like she’s been the problem for years.
“I don’t think Nellie would want this, not given how she lost Miss Nora. I’d wait out the kid and his green light.”
I flop down into the nearest seat. How could an eleven-year-old from New York know all of this? I’m flabbergasted.
“Well, damn.”
“What? What else is it?” I say.
“Guess who the head of the task force is related to?”
“I have no idea.”
“Nellie’s stepmom.”
Well, I guess that answers a lot. For now, that bitch gets tabled—only for now.
CHAPTER 21
In Motion
Elizaveta
I get all my ducks in row to come here out in open. I do favor for this Italian many times in past. Da, he owes me this audience.
I know, like me, he has been hiding since the Alliance took power. Now he and I can take that power back. My mind made up.
“I want each of them to lose a son before I kill them all. Let them feel what I have felt.” I seethe.
He grunts and nods his head for me to continue. I look him over, pondering if he can get this done. Times have changed, there are lots of broken spirits.
Many have given up. I need to be sure he can finish this. This last of money, I have no more.
“I have eleven million for you to do this for me,” I say.
“Rumor has it you don’t have that kind of money to throw around anymore,” he replies.
I snarl and look him over. He should want to do this for free. The Alliance has taken just as much from him. LaSalle responsible for that scar he now wears across his face and one down his right eye.
It almost looks like he has crucifix embossed in skin. He should be angry to now be so ugly. I snap my fingers and wave Miroslav forward with cases of money.
“Net, you shouldn’t listen to everything you hear. You do job, I pay.”
“Why should I trust you? It was your little bitch who royally fucked up that hit that would have kept the Alliance from ever seeing the light of day. Now you want to fix it,” he growls.
“Bitch does not belong to me. I never gave okay for her to do job in my name. Neither did my sisters. That was your mistake,” I bite out, growing tired of this.
“Will you do job or no?”
“How do you Russians say? Da, I will make it happen. A son from everyone.
“But in good faith, you will have to leave half the payment up front. I’m sure you understand my caution and all,” he says.
I frown. I don’t trust him, but I have no other choice. This needs to come from him.
Once it is done, I will be able to make my next play. I have the resources to make that move. If I try to handle both it will be risk I’m not prepared to take.