Page 14 of Twisted Contract

“So how is it going with the bakery issue and his daughter?”

“She’s fucking engaged to the attorney general.”

“What? Mirren?”

“Yes. That creepy fuck.”

“I thought…”

“What?”

“Nothing. I just thought you two looked close in the ambulance. I could have sworn she wanted to chase after you when you stormed away.”

“All women want to chase after me, but that doesn’t mean she’s not engaged. Hell, she wasn’t wearing a ring. Maybe she takes after her father.”

“Maybe, she was playing a really good game yesterday.”

“Yeah.” I get a pain in my chest that I can’t explain. I’m only thirty-four and in great health, but I’m wondering if I need to see a doctor. “I’ve got to go.”

“Business at the docks?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Okay. Six.”

“Yes, I’ll be there.” My drive to the docks to handle the supply of goods is quick despite the midday traffic. As I pull up to my freight container, the weather shifts from a sunny sixty-five to a dark, wet fifty-seven. “Shit,” I grumble. My men are already there, waiting for me.

“Eddie, Jimmy, were there any problems?”

“None, except for this fucking rain.” They open the container, and inside is the new seating for the club. All the best fine Italian leather—shit that I don’t want ruined from the rain.

“We’re sorry about the weather, Mr. MacNamara. We’ve inspected the imports, and now that you have too, we can have it moved onto the trailer to be shipped to the location listed on the load sheet. We just need you to sign off.” Jimmy stands outside while Eddie and I take a better look at two pieces deeper in the container, finding just what I’m looking for, fully stocked.

We exit, and I sign off on the docks as my men lock the container back up, taking the keys with them. “Please alert me when this arrives. Do not unload until the rain ceases. The club is closed until the weekend, so I’ll be there to inspect it tonight, if the weather is clear, or first thing in the morning.”

“Yes, boss.” I shake the dock manager’s hand and leave.

My men know damn well what is going on. After dinner tonight, we’ll have the new weapons we acquired from Russia. Running back to my vehicle, I slosh through the rain, which only grows heavier, and I make it back to my SUV soaking wet. This is bullshit. I take off my drenched coat and set it on the heated seat to dry off while I hit the road. Now to return home.

A call from my man on her comes in just as I’m five minutes from the family estate. “What’s up, Mac?”

“Sir, she’s out now. I looked in and spoke to a cute nurse who I was able to pump some information out of. She told me that her bullet wound was re-aggravated, and she needed it stitched up.”

“How did it happen? I saw her on stage.”

“Yeah, it seems the nurse noticed handprints on her arm that were quickly covered.” My temper heats up. I know one of those fuckers must have done it.

“What the fuck?”

“Yes. Someone applied pressure.”

“Watch her closer. If they even raise their voice to her, kidnap her ass.”

“Understood.”

Chapter Seven

Claudia

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