Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Nodding his head to his father, Adam says, “I’m going to keep track of the girls. Make sure they don’t get into any trouble.”
Turning away from us, the boy walks through the house like he’s the king here.
Lucifer looks proud at his son. That shit fucking disappears though as soon as he turns back to me.
His eyes go cold and his smile turns to a razor grimace.
He’s not happy. Fuck.
Motioning me towards the staircase, he says, “Simon’s already here, we need to talk.”
Nodding my head, I follow him up the stairs. I’m not as worried as I could be right now since I’m following.
If he was following me, I would be shitting myself.
This house isn’t just a compound as much as it is a fortress. If he followed me somewhere it would be because he’s pushing me to my final destination. He hasn’t done anything of note since he brought his family here… but I never put anything past Lucifer.
Especially if he wants something done.
This end of the house is eerily quiet as we make our way to his office. Walking into the room, Simon is already seated at the desk, looking through a thick printout of information.
“Simon, I take it me being pulled in isn’t just a social call?”
“No, although I know Lily was supremely happy that we were having guests,” Lucifer answers.
Sitting myself down beside Simon, I say, “Good, I think it will do Amy good to see how her life will be changing.”
Simon and Lucifer exchange looks. I feel my stomach drop. Little goosebumps breakout up and down my arms. The hair on my neck is starting to stand up.
Shifting to place the weight of my body on my left side, I move my arm just a fraction. I have my gun on my right hip, it’s clip is full of hollow point bullets.
Simon turns towards me and I know he won’t be my first target.
No, the devil himself has to die first.
“Ivan knew far more than we thought he would, Andrew. Much of what you told me last night from the priest matches up to the info we got from Ivan.”
Nodding my head, I keep my eyes trained on Lucifer. I can listen and prepare for battle if I need to. “So he knows about the guys the mafia is pulling into the city then?”
Lucifer takes over and he stares right back at me. “Yes, enough that we now have our guys watching them closely.”
Simon says, “They were planning on attacking the school where Adam attends, as well as the preschool that Evie goes to.”
This is not the news I was expecting to hear. I keep my body loose as I turn my eyes to Simon. “Are you fucking with me?”
“Do I have a sense of humor, Andrew?” Simon snaps at me.
He’s fully aware of the tension in the room. I can see he knows more about the talk we are having and he’s got more information to tell me.
“When’s the hit supposed to happen?” I ask as I look back at Lucifer.
I don’t like being on edge right now. I don’t like the thoughts that race through my mind of what could be happening with the guys being brought in. The Russians never do anything in half measures. Shit like this is as serious as could be.
“Two days from now.”
“So we hit them tomorrow,” I say.
Something’s not lining up right now though. What was the look for after I mentioned my girls? They aren’t a part of the hit. No, something else is happening…
“Agreed. I want you and your detail to take the squad that would be heading to Evelyn’s school out. Johnathan and his men will take the other squad.”
“Okay,” I say, “What about the Russians?”
“We have something planned for them. We will be sending a message of our own,” Simon says. “Today, we’ve been making a lot of connections with them to the Yakuza. Connections we weren’t seeing before.”
“What about our boy, Ivan? What was his part?”
Lucifer frowns. “He was financing the guys coming in and the land grab that’s being planned against us.”
“That’s it? I don’t buy it.”
“Neither do we, but it’s what we have right now, and what he could give us,” Simon tells me.
“So, what did you do with him?” I ask.
“We’ll be releasing him Thursday,” Lucifer says as he eyes me.
That’s the shoe that was about to drop. They are letting my Amy’s would-be stalker free. They are letting that waste of fucking flesh live.
“Why?” I ask through clenched teeth.
“We have a noose around his neck. We want to see where it leads,” Lucifer says.
“Fine, but I don’t trust that snake. He’s not the forgiving type.”
“That’s what we wanted to talk to you about,” Simon says. “He’s demanded Amy be returned to him.”
“No.”
My body has fully shifted now. I’m not a traitor to my boss, but I will never let my girls and unborn child go. Not while I breathe.