Bobby
I’m sitting in my car outside my house while the Feds search it.
Yeah. Didn’t appreciate the five a.m. arrival. Neither did the girls, who are completely terrified I’m going to end up in jail. I sent them to their mom’s house until things blow over.
I’m not gonna end up in jail. The Feds won’t find a damn thing.
Still, I’m sweating it a little, hoping I haven’t missed anything.
I don’t give a fuck about any of it, though. That’s not the reason I’m tearing my hair out. I still haven’t found or spoken to Lexi.
According to Gina, Lexi didn’t make it back from Vegas today and isn’t answering her phone. Not believing her, I already tried going to the apartment she shares with Leo to try to find Lexi. They invited me in, and I looked around, but unless she was hiding in a closet or the bathroom, she wasn’t there.
I’m in too much of a mind-fuck right now to even know whether she’s still hiding from me or something has gone terribly wrong.
My phone rings. Seeing it’s the don, I answer.
“What the fuck is going on over there, Bobby?”
I blow out my breath. “The Feds are searching my place at the moment. I guess they’re also talking to Greta. It's fine. She knows nothing. She has nothing. Even if she did, she’s family. She’d never talk.”
“And what about the stripper?”
I scramble to catch up. “What about her?”
“She’s been in with the Feds today, too.”
“Fuck.”
Stacy is a wild card. And the last time I saw her, I stupidly laid hands on her. This could come back and bite me in the ass. Then again, she knows nothing about my business. And I don't think she's crazy enough to turn informer. If she is…then she made her own bed. Al can have at her, if he wants.
Then I'm struck by a thought.Lexi.
Ice sluices through my veins. Suddenly, her missing whereabouts make sense.
“Who else do they have?” I choke out.
Al goes silent. “What?”
“Fuck. I think they picked up Lexi, too.”
“Your new girl?”
Ex-girl, but I’m not about to tell the don that. I can’t have him fucking with Lexi. I’m already sweating bullets because I know her life is in danger just by the fact she’s in there right now. “Yeah.”
“I’ll find out–I’ve got Carlo down there watching the building.” Al ends the call before I can protest.
Carlo.
Fuck!
I rush to call Carlo, hoping I’ll reach him before the don does. While it rings, I screech into traffic, driving as fast as I can to the FBI headquarters.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Bobby.”
Thank fuck–Carlo answers.