Page 28 of The Greek's Retribution

Chapter 9

Xander

“Xander, tell them crazyshit happens in the Bermuda Triangle,” Alistair shouts as he pushes away from the guards, getting closer to him.

“That’s what I heard,” I return, chuckling.

Alistair shakes off one guard, then cold cocks the other who goes for his wrists. When the man hits the floor, Alistair shouts, “Motherfuckers don’t make it through that shit! I got a family and they need me! Fuck this!” He goes for his side arm.

Luckily, as me and Hendrix grab his arms, Zar and Yiorgos are able to wrestle his hands away from his guns before injecting him with Propofol. Like a child fighting sleep, Alistair tries to fight off the effects of the drug while cursing at everyone and making promises of what he was going to do to us later, but seconds later, his eyes shut as his body goes limp.

After handing the syringe to Frankie, Zar put one of Alistair’s arms around his neck while Yiorgos did the same with the other, then together, they carry the nut up the stairs to the jet. Once they get him belted down on the couch, everyone takes their seats and straps in.

The pilot speaks over the speakers, informing us that we are ready for takeoff and once in the air, the stewardess’ would be around shortly to serve us refreshments. Although we have clear skies in Chicago and for the most part of the flight, we will run into some clouds during the last leg of the trip. It’s a good thing Alistair’s in la-la land because if he would’ve heard that last part, we’d probably have a serious fight on our hands.

Almost an hour into the five and a half hour flight, I pull out my laptop when Mike calls to let us know they are in place. Tech sends visuals of the mansion and surrounding areas. It’s heavily guarded, but it didn’t have any fences or walls around it. Guards are strategically placed around the perimeter, making it almost impossible for anyone starting shit to leave without there being any conflict.

With Tech at the cabana Mike rented, he’s able give us play by play on what’s going on around the mansion. Mike, Lethal, Venom, and Blade are in place outside the huge home, setting up a four corner point, creating a square. Under the dark of night, they are in positions that gives them clear vision on every vantage point. If Santiago and his men tries some dirty shit, our backs are covered.

By the time we clear the clouds and are over Bermuda, Alistair is starting to come out of his stupor.

“Hailey, get your ass down from there,” he slurs.

We laugh, then Yiorgos asks, “What is she doing, Alistair?”

“She’s on the stage at Elite giving these assholes a show that should only be for me,” he replies with his head rolling from side to side. “The next motherfucker that tries to touch her will end up with a toe tag.”

He reaches for his pistols but luckily Zar has them. Zar laughs but slaps him across his face.

“Wake up, Looney Tunes. It’s show time.”

Alistair shakes his head from side to side as his focus becomes clearer, then trains his sights on Zar.

“Payback is a motherfucker,” he boldly promises.

“I’m sure I can handle whatever payback you have in mind,” Zar states, holding out a bottle of water for his little brother.

We land on the dark strip with two SUV’s waiting for us. As Sebastian and Yiannis get into the first SUV we were riding in, Zar and I walk beside Alistair to make sure he wouldn’t fall. Yiorgos, Basil, Frankie, and Hendrix get into the second SUV.

“What the fuck?” Alistair murmurs, rubbing his forehead from the third row seat, sitting between me and Zar.

“You’re good, little brother,” Zar tries to convince but the devious smile on his face says otherwise.

Alistair leans forward, grabbing on to the back of the second row seat. “Father, how could you let them do that to me?”

Yiannis briefly looks over his shoulder, then back to the front. “Alistair, you can’t be mad at your brother. He was only doing what was best for you. You survived the Bermuda Triangle because of him, so I think you owe him some gratitude.”

Alistair twists his face up. “Gratitude? Gratitude? Father, he put a needle in my neck! What if the shit he injected in me causes me to have a limp noodle and Hailey leaves me, well not leave me because we all know that will never happen, but what if there are some serious side effects?”

Yiannis and Sebastian look at one another as their shoulders shake from laughter.

“Alistair, sit your ass back and stop asking Father crazy ass questions. Your wank is fine and there are no side effects. If you keep up your nonsense, I’m going to stick your ass again,” Zar threatens as he and Alistair have a staring contest.

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