Page 20 of Liberating Mia
“Trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. And you are most certainly not going to be happy when you do, D.”
“Fine. Let’s go.” With a last nasty leer, Dylan said, “So long, darling. Don’t miss me too much.”
Ignoring both brothers, Mia huddled in a corner, her posture stiff, until they moved off out of sight. She bit down on her lip to stave off the tears that threatened to fall. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“What’s sourgent it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” Dylan asked.
“I’ll tell you once we’re in the office.” As they entered, Mason spoke to the four people in the room. “Everyone out. Except you, Christoff. You stay.”
Once the three men had left the room, Dylan watched as Mason went to check outside the door to ensure no one lingered to eavesdrop.
“What the hell is going on? Kicking my guys out. You’re jumpy as fuck.”
Closing the door behind him, his brother moved close to where Dylan stood, indicating for Christoff to do the same. “I’ve got it on good authority that there’s a hit been put out on you. They’re offering five million to the one that puts a bullet in your head.”
“You know who?”
“Yeah, I know who put the price on your head. I just haven’t figured out yet who on your team is the one who’s going to be pulling the trigger.”
“On my team?” The words came out with menacing quiet.
“That’s what I said. One of your guys.”
“I assume since Christoff is still here that you’ve ruled him out?” Dylan spoke in the same ice-cold, quiet tone.
“Yeah, he’s clean.” Rubbing his neck, Mason continued, “I haven’t figured out the connection yet. But I will. I just need time.”
“Christoff will help you.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Hunt.”
“Thank you for bringing it to my attention, little brother. I appreciate it. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to get back to running my business. I have a ship about to dock and merchandise that needs loading when it does.”
“You’re the only family I have, D. I would do anything for you. I’ll let you know as soon as I have something to report. In the meantime, let me help with tonight’s shipment,” Mason replied.
“Christoff will show you what needs doing. I have some calls I need to make and then I’ll join you downstairs.”
The two men left the office together, and Dylan went over to the window, once again to study the men that moved around on the warehouse floor. Furious at the betrayal his brother had revealed, he wondered who the traitor was. He’d handpicked every member of his crew. To find out one of them would sell him out cut deep. Loyalty was everything to him, and he was swift to mete out punishment for disloyalty.
For the moment, he would put his rage aside and focus on the task at hand. There would be plenty of time to find the rat and deliver retribution. Slipping his cell phone from his pocket, he got to work.
Chapter Fifteen
Lowering his binoculars, Finn contemplated his next move. The seemingly mundane activity around the warehouse and on the wharf indicated they were getting ready to move a shipment. If they had any chance of stopping the suspected occupants of the warehouse from a fate worse than death, they’d have to raid the building.
A hasty consult with the others had him placing a call to Larry.
“Keon.”
“Sorry to trouble you, sir. I know you’ve got your hands full over there. I just thought I’d update you on our current situation.”
“No problem. What’s up?”
“We’re at the harbor. Just before Young and Scholtz took over from Desai and me earlier, there was finally some visible movement at the warehouse. But, at the time, it seemed to die down.”
“What kind of movement?”
“Men visible outside. Interesting thing of it was the hardware our friends were wearing. Wouldn’t have given them a second glance if we hadn’t seen it. Anyway, we handed over and left. Weren’t gone long when Scholtz let us know they were back at it. So we returned.”
