Page 26 of Tesoro: Mayhem Makers

Spinning the chair around and straddling it, I pull the computer toward me.

Tapping the spacebar, I click on the white arrow in the center of the screen. Fury builds inside my chest as I watched the security footage of Brady in the hospital, the locker room, and finally the parking garage where he met with several familiar individuals.

“I checked his finances.”

“Wh—” I begin, my question frozen as I search the screen. “Maron.” I swear, spearing my fingers into my hair and tugging at the strands as I watch Brady take money from Manny.

“Something else you should know.”

Snapping my gaze to Frankie, the beginning of a headache forming at my temples.

“He lives across the hall from Kate.”

“Wait, she lives in my apartment building?”

Frankie nods, pulling the computer toward him. “From what I’ve gathered, he has a bit of a crush on her.”

In the blink of an eye, I no longer care about the double cross Brady was playing on me. However, as Frankie slides the computer toward me the fury returns as I watch Kate flinch when Brady comes near her. I could see it in her eyes, a fear which set my blood to boil.

“Has he…touched her?” My voice fails me as I stare at Kate’s panicked expression.

“Not that I can find. Which honestly is the only reason he is still alive.” Snapping my attention to Frankie’s face. “Hey, any woman who is helping this Family like she is…” He trails off, dipping his eyes to the table.

Clearing his throat, Frankie leans back, pulling his phone from his pants pocket, laying it face down on the table. “There is one more thing.” Sliding the phone in my direction. “You had a call while I was out getting supplies.”

“Who?” Lifting the phone from the table, pressing my thumb to the indention, my heart skips a beat as the female voice filled the room.

“Hey, baby, I miss you.”

Chapter

Nineteen

KATE

Angelo’s fever hadn’t broken, but it hadn’t risen either. Staring out the window at the falling snow, I let out a humorless chuckle at the irony of my situation.

“Seems Mother Nature would have kept me here regardless.” I speak softly to the empty room. “There is at least three feet of snow on the ground.”

Turning from the window, “Nothing in the state of Texas could get me out of here now.”

Shaking my head, I begin collecting the supplies to give Angelo a sponge bath. “Maybe this will help jump start those antibiotics.”

Taking Angelo’s hand in mine, I run a wet washcloth over his skin.

“According to my coworkers, you live in Boston.”

Using a towel, I dry his arm before moving to his chest.

“I bet you never imagined a vacation in Dallas would end up like this.”

Shifting my attention to his face, a part of me hopes he opens his eyes, tell me to get away or yell for Dante.

“I’ve never been to Boston, never left the state of Texas for that matter.” My admission sounds so pathetic, even to my own ears. Yet it’s true.

“Wanna know a secret?” Leaning down, I lower my voice to a whisper. “I’d love to pick a place on a map and go there. Maybe once I pass my exam, I can jump in my car and drive wherever the wind takes me.”

A snicker leaves my chest as I move the washcloth over his skin. “Who knows, maybe Boston. I hear you have great sports teams, and museums, and there's history as well. Lest we forget Dr. Raymond’s Boston General.” I shiver as I say his name, remembering the likelihood Angelo can hear me.

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