Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“That’s still likely to happen.” Nico strolls in beside me. He didn’t give me the full story, realizing it would be better for that to happen in front of the former employee. “I got here early for our meeting.” I nod my head even though it isn’t in my calendar and Nico didn’t clear it with me. I’m also not stupid and know what he’s getting at. It was time for a truck to be here to transport the money the casino made on a busy Friday night, knowing tonight was going to be just as busy, if not more. It’s smart to have two to three armored trucks here on weekends.
“Yeah, a little too early,” I toss out, giving him the side eye even though I’m not usually here and Nico isn’t either, so someone must have seen or heard something.
“Maybe so. It worked out in your favor. It seems Terry here was watching the money being exchanged a little too carefully seeing as he’s not even technically allowed on any and all of Wylder Hayes’ property. That’s just the tip of the iceberg, one I’m sure Celeste won’t want to hear about either seeing as Layla was in on the whole entire scheme.” Fuck, I didn’t look at the woman. Nico met me in the parking garage after I parked, telling me that it was Terry and an accomplice, not who was with him. I parked my Bugatti in the spot with a sign for Wylder Hayes Hotel and Casino Owner. Right beside me was a new addition, one that I was adamant about being installed after one day when Celeste got to work after me and was unable to find a parking spot except for the very top, her car out in the elements as well as it being far away from the elevator. That’s when I gave Pierre the task of rectifying that. There was no way that in my position I couldn’t pull my own weight a little bit. This time, Celeste wasn’t annoyed and didn’t argue when she pulled into the spot next to mine and noticed she had a sign stating ‘Reserved for Celeste Reyes’. One day, my last name will be attached to hers, and that day will be happening soon.
“Well, isn’t that interesting. Were you expecting to get away with a money heist? This is fucking Las Vegas; there’s more security than ever, guards on every fucking door now that you’re gone and you can’t put your nose where it doesn’t belong.” I stand off to the side, arms crossed on my chest, pissed off because this guy was once someone I trusted when I hired him. He came highly recommended from his former employer. It was a good thing Nico’s famiglia had better connections than I did. Security has now doubled and is better than ever, my phone calls about unruly guests have gone quiet, and I don’t have to break up fights because they’re already taken care of before I can even blink.
Terry doesn’t say anything; instead, he sits there, mouth firmly shut, sweat dripping from his forehead, blinking so it doesn’t slide into his eyes.
“So, since you aren’t going to speak and tell us your side of the story, that leaves us to question Layla.” Even that doesn’t get a response out of him.
“What a fucking pussy. Let’s go, Wylde. Maybe the woman actually has some common sense instead of this shit for brains who has no problem letting Layla take the fall for everything with him only being an accomplice.” Terry scoots back in his chair, the metal scraping against the concrete floor. Nico and I go on high alert. He reaches for the gun I know is holstered at his side. As for me, I’m weaponless, but that doesn’t mean I can’t use my fists where it counts.
“It was my idea. Layla was just going to drive the getaway car.” Nico gave me some of the information, but not this. The ski mask lying beside Terry, the hand drawn layout of where our bank vaults are located, and a few other papers lying to the side.
“Good to know. We’ll be sure to let the authorities know the details. We’ll still be questioning Layla. I hope the two of you have your stories straight. It’s one thing to lie to us; it’s another to lie to the Vegas Police Department and FBI,” I state, grabbing the evidence before walking out of the room. Nico opens the door for me. My mind is being pulled in a million different directions.
“Want to interview Layla or just let the cops do their job?” he asks after we’re out of the holding room. My lead security team member nods his head. I do the same. Dante saw what was going down on the security feed the same time Nico got a call from his guys. They merged together. I guess it helps that Dante has some strings to the Donotello famiglia after all.