Page 25 of The Wrong Guy

You know who.

My hands are shaking as I read and then re-read what is written on the piece of paper. I would recognize this handwriting anywhere.

It’s Derek.

Chapter Sixteen

Stavros

I’m about an hour into hitting balls at the golf course when my phone rings from my golf bag. Great. It must be a client or something.

I take my iron over to my bag to see who it is. It’s Andreas.

“You have a real knack for calling me while I’m working on golf swing,” I answer and look over at the course.

I’m on one of the high-rises that shoot the balls into the net.

“Stav, this shit with Audrina and Derek is making me want to-”

“What happened now?” I cut him off. I know what he’s going to say. I know he will want to kill the little weasel and his weasel of an attorney. Russell is a fucking worm who should be stepped on.

Andreas starts ranting about everything Audrina told him, and then he’s quiet for a second. I know why he gets quiet.

“If he does something to my sister, Stav, I’m going to-”

“Do you think he has the motivation and the means to complete a hit like that?”

“Yes. The man is pissed and he will do anything to protect his fortune.”

I place my iron back in my bag. “All right. I will see what I can do. Don’t say anything to Audrina.”

After hanging up with Andreas, I take my clubs to my G-Wagon and load them in. After they are secured in the back, I take the hour and half journey to my father’s home on the other side of the city.

Twenty years ago, my father and his associates built a community on the city's outskirts for more protection and privacy from the prying eyes of the government. I try not to get involved in the family business as an attorney, but I know what they do. I know what kind of work they deal with.

I don’t call him before I arrive at his house since I know he will be home. My dad doesn’t leave home during daylight and will only go on pre-planned outings a close associate has set up.

I'm even more angry when I get to his compound. I’m limited in what I can do to comfort Audrina. I’m biased because after tasting her sweet pussy in my mouth, she’s all I can think about.

I meant it when I said I’m not the typical boyfriend. I also meant it when I said I have no idea how to be in a relationship. If she understood where I come from and the kind of life I was raised in, she might better understand everything.

After pulling into the mile-long driveway, men have already surrounded my SUV. I roll the window down to show them who I am since my windows are tinted.

“Is your father expecting you?”

Miklos, one of my father’s favorite guards, asks. Miklos has collaborated with my father for over thirty years and had been my guard while I went to college. There have been times he’s shown up randomly to check on me if I’m not talking to my father.

“Miklos, you should know I don’t make appointments,” I inform him with a wink. “Mind telling the guys off to side yards to take their guns off of me before I take my gun out?”

Miklos makes a lowering hand gesture, and the men come out of the shrubbery with a look on their faces. They look at me in the luxury vehicle with a look of disdain on their faces.

A majority of my father’s men were pissed as fuck I didn’t follow in the family’s business. I wanted to be on the other side of the law and not the one breaking it. When I informed my father that I wouldn’t be his successor, he and most of the men started to ice me out. I don’t hold it against them, but now that I’m here for help, I’m prepared for the questions.

I park my truck in my normal parking spot in front of the sprawling mansion. My father went overboard after my mother died from cancer about fifteen years ago. He adds something new to it each year, and I’m not surprised to see he’s working on a project off to the side.

I walk up to the front door to knock, and it immediately opens with Sheri. Sheri is my father’s mistress he’s had her for over twenty years. They aren’t fooling anyone; I know they are sleeping with others on the side. What they decide to do doesn’t matter to me, but I don’t want to be involved in it. I don’t want to be in the middle of their shit anymore.

When my mother passed away, Sheri immediately started to get a little too comfortable in the home. She started making her own changes, and I didn’t particularly appreciate seeing them. I never intended to live in the home while attending college, and I took the first opportunity to move into the fraternity house.

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