Page 30 of Unsettled
“We weren’t looking. The shell corporations that the name is built under are set up pretty legit. Unless you have reason to look again, you’re not going to find it.”
“Have any idea where the end of the shell corporations lead? Or is it not worth our time?”
Leandro cackles, a hollow, harrowing sound that would make the hair on the back of anyone else’s neck stand up. “Oh no, they’re good, but notthatgood. Once I unraveled one thread, I was able to make the rest my bitch. Check it out. Buried under three other aliases…”
My screen flashes, and the name I’m really getting sick and tired of seeing pops up on my screen. “Agent Court, even if you’re not directly linked to the Bosses, you’re still going on the shitlist,” I mutter. “Simply because I hate seeing your face.”
Leandro snorts. Ignoring him, I go down the list of aliases and stop at one in particular—it looks familiar, but in a not good way. “Do we have checks running for properties owned by these names?” I ask.
“Duh, the first is a dead-end, but the second…”
He shares another screen with me and I curse. “You’re kidding me.”
“Nope. They’ve been planning this fora lot longer than we were told.”
The property listed under Agent Court’s alias is one we were looking at purchasing close to a year ago now. Tennant and Roman both liked it for another stash house, as this one is closer to the city than the last few we’ve acquired. We were outbid, despite the amount of money Cristian and Jude threw at them. Apart from the closeness to the city, and a few of our other warehouses, the property wasn’t worth the amount we would have had to pay, had we tried to buy the other guy out.
I bring up Roman’s number, but before I can hit call, my phone rings. Anticipation churns in me as I answer.
“I got him. You owe mesomany favors for this.”
I smile. “Name your price, you know I’m good for it. Where is he?”
“Just entered some warehouse on the east side. Not what I was expecting, especially since he’s been running around the city all fucking day before this, but if anything screams ‘I’m doing shady things’, it’s this place.”To double check, I rattle off the address and he laughs.“I do miss working with you, Hollis. Yep, that’s the place. What do you want me to do?”
“Stay put. Call immediately if something happens. You know the drill.”
“Sure do, I’ll be in touch.”
Before he can hang up, I say, “Thanks, Molly.”
“Anything for you, Hollis. Speak soon.”
The call ends, and I grab my phone and tablet off the desk. “Let’s go.”
Leandro sighs, because he’s been trying to stay out of the way as much as possible. The influx of Martellis is making him more antisocial than normal, but this is an all hands on deck situation, so he only grumbles a little as we leave our office for Roman’s. Fuck calling, this just might be the break we need, which means there’s no time to waste.
It’s time to get our Bosses back and end this.
Ipace as much as possible with this fucking manacle attached to me. I’m pissed, and fucking worried. Cristian isn’t waking up. I know he’s still alive, and when we get out of here, I may kill him myself for this shit. I’m all about mocking our captor, but dammit, I don’t want to be alone in this. I also really don’t want to face his husband if something happens to him. Carter…is not going to be happy over this shit.
Cursing under my breath, I don’t understand why it’s taking our Families so fucking long to get here. I guarantee, I’ll be kicking their asses over this. They had better have a damn good excuse—and killing each other would not be acceptable.
“Would you fucking stop pacing?” Cristian coughs, and I whirl around to face him.
“Maybe I’d stop if you weren’t a fucking idiot! Yes, we’re both bored as hell, but we have an alliance. And if I’m the only onealive when they get here, it will not go down well.” I glare at my counterpart, trying to keep the relief off my face. Fucker has grown on me—even with his atrocious taste in music.
Cristian struggles into a sitting position and massages his temples, before touching the bandage covering his throat. “I see they at least gave me care after he fucked up?”
“Yes.” I wave my hand dismissively. “You were lucky. Someone must have been watching, because as soon as he stabbed you, two other guards rushed into the room and pulled him back. I have no idea who they were, because they were wearing those fucking ski masks. But interestingly enough…the person who came in next wasn’t.”
“Oh? Now this is some good intel.”
Settling down, I lean against the wall. “It really is. He didn’t say anything, just patched you up, but I swear he’s familiar from somewhere. I want to say he's about five foot eight…so on the shorter side. Maybe one hundred and eighty pounds. Short black hair, and he had a scar on his chin. Looks like he was trying to cover it up with a beard, but it didn’t work.”
“Hmm. It’s not ringing a bell for me, but I do better after seeing someone, rather than just a description.” Cristian tilts his head back as he tries to adjust his position. “Hopefully, when our men get here, they will catch him. I’m surprised the asshole isn’t chattering away right now.”
“Yeah, the speakers have been quiet. I’m hoping that means they’re on edge, and we’re getting close to being rescued. I’m kicking my Boys’ asses for taking so long.”
