“How do you know?” I’m curious about that and Wesley shrugs, “She told me he would come for me, right before I fucked her to death.”
It would be so easy right now. I am almost tempted to finish the job and place a well-deserved bullet right between his eyes, but I’m aware it would only gain me a moment’s satisfaction before my own life was ended in a far more brutal way.
Wesley Vasquez has the best protection there is courtesy of Massimo De Lauren. His best friend, brother from another mother, and his closest ally in the world. If I dispose of one, I will face the other and even though it’s certain that time will come, it’s not now.
Wesley takes his own gun and delivers a parting shot through the kid’s skull and laughs as his brains redecorate the stone walls around us.
Then he looks around and sighs. “Fucking Logan. He should have seen that coming. You sleep, you die.”
Then he says almost as an aside. “He should have been better than that.”
I cast my eyes on the most loyal servant my uncle ever had and feel betrayed on his behalf. He doesn’t deserve to be dismissed as somehow at fault for this, and I say evenly. “Shall I call the clean-up crew?”
“No need.”
Wesley almost looks irritated as he growls, “We’ll torch the place. Explain it as a freak accident. Nobody will ever discover we were here, anyway, and if they did…” He laughs wickedly, “They won’t live to ask their dumb questions.”
As Wesley heads back down the hall to the boiler room, I am almost tempted to send him to hell in his own inferno, but Logan has rattled me. Two names. Why two and who are they?
There’s something in the back of my mind that tells me I need Wesley alive until the mystery is solved and so I hold those names in my memory like the most precious cargo because one of them belongs to my mother and it’s a meeting that’s been a long time coming.
* * *
Later that nightwhen the house sleeps, I pull out my cell and text the man I trust with the two names that are burning a hole in my sanity. If there is anything I need to know about them, I trust Baron to deliver the information to my eyes only. He is one of five men I trust with my life and the only ones who are in this madness with me. We are five brothers by choice and one by earning our respect. Baron always sat on the edge of our group in college and yet when it counted, pledged his loyalty to Club Mafia. For some reason, Baron knows shit and is the perfect man to trust with my newfound knowledge.
I could go to Malik as we always do, but for some reason Baron’s was the first name to come to mind. There is something deliciously sinister about our tight-lipped friend and just for now, I want to keep this news from the others.
As I wait, I wrap the shadows around me of the early hours and feed off them. This is the time I love the most. Alone and free, at least until the dawn breaks and hell wakes up for another hit on my soul. I’ve always loved solitude. It’s where I am most at peace and as I wash the grit of the day from my memory, only one word lingers like the purest sensation on my tongue. I have a mother. But which one is she?
It could be an hour or even three, but the text returns quicker than expected. Does that man never sleep?
A wry smile twists my lips as I sense an affinity with our secretive friend. Always there, watching from the shadows and offering words of advice when needed.
However, only two words are contained in this text, and they create more questions than answers.
Dimitri Sullivan
I sigh and silently curse my enigmatic friend. Fuck Baron. Why can’t he speak in sentences like any normal person?
Now I have three names and I’m none the wiser, so with a frustrated sigh, I turn to my preferred search engine to help me.
As I read the information from the mighty web, I sense an excitement stirring deep in my core. It turns out that was the only name I needed, and my mission is set. First stop Club Mafia to check in with my brothers and then a plane bound for Seattle and a very interesting conversation at the home of Dimitri Sullivan.