Chapter 41
Kane
One Hour Ago
“Mr. Morgan, Jim isn’t here.”
“What do you mean, he isn’t there?” I bark at my assistant as I pull into the private garage of Morgan Enterprises.
I requested a meeting with my CFO, and he accepted it. The meeting is in three minutes, so he damn well should be there.
“He’s not here, and all his stuff is gone, including the company laptop. According to Peggy in accounting, he was boxing up a bunch of stuff yesterday, and when she asked him what was going on, he told her he was cleaning out old files.”
“Shit.” I pull into the spot. “I’ll call you right back.”
I hang up and dial Matteo since he’s the only person I know with access to Eddy. God knows what Jim took with him. I didn’t lead on that I knew what he had done, but of course his guilt caused him to put it all together.
“Yeah?”
“I need a favor. Jim Wallen, my CFO, stole from me, and knowing I was going to confront him, he bolted, taking company files and equipment with him. I need Eddy to see where he’s heading so I can get to him before he disappears.”
“You owe me, Morgan.”
Matteo hangs up, and since I can’t do shit, I sit and wait for him to hopefully call me back. I consider calling Brielle, but if she hasn’t texted me, it means she’s still asleep. Since finding out she’s pregnant, she’s been sleeping a lot more, obviously needing it.
A few minutes later, Matteo calls me back.
“He has a private flight booked at North Harbor Point Airport. It’s leaving in thirty minutes.”
“Thanks.”
Since my company jet is currently housed there, I make it through security easily. When I pull onto the tarmac, I see Jim standing at the bottom of the stairs, talking to someone with their back to me.
When I get out, Jim glances at me, and he must say something to whoever he’s talking to because the guy turns around.
“Theodore fucking DeSantis.” I laugh humorlessly. “Why doesn’t this surprise me?”
“Mr. Morgan,” Jim rasps. “I’m sorry, but Theo blackmailed me into—”
Before he can finish his sentence, Theo pulls out a gun and shoots the man in the chest. He falls to the ground, and I take a step back since I’m not armed.
“Fuck you!” Theo yells, pointing his gun at me.
“You think you can come in here and steal my girl and my investment? I was trying to get in on the waterfront expansion, but Dominick wouldn’t give me the time of day—even with me fucking his sister.
Then the bitch told me she wouldn’t date anyone associated with her brothers’ business.
Yet you walked in and took everything I’d wanted! ”
I raise my hands, mentally trying to figure out if I can run fast enough to get behind my SUV when Theo pulls the trigger.
The bullet hits me somewhere in my chest, knocking me to the ground. It’s hard to breathe, and before I can even consider calling for help, everything around me goes black. And my last thought as I accept that I’m going to die is that I hope Brielle finds happiness for her and our baby.
Matteo
What Kane does isn’t my fucking business.
But as I drive to the warehouse, a bad feeling comes over me. I’ve learned over the years to trust my gut, and it’s telling me something is about to go down at the airport.
And I might not give a shit if Kane lives or dies, but my sister loves him, and she’s been through too much.
“Fuck it.” I make a right instead of a left toward the airport, and I accelerate to a speed that would have me arrested if I got pulled over by the wrong cop.
I get through security quickly, and when I pull up, I take in the situation in front of me and find that my gut wasn’t wrong.
One guy is bleeding out on the tarmac while Theodore DeSantis is standing several feet from Kane, pointing a gun at him.
I grab my Glock from my glove box and slowly open the door, needing to get into place to shoot him. But before I can do that, Theo presses the trigger, and Kane goes down.
He hasn’t lowered the gun, telling me he might shoot again, so without waiting, I step out of my car, aim for Theo’s heart, and pull the trigger.
Game over.
I run over to Kane, who’s bleeding pretty fucking badly.
“We need a medic,” I yell to the worker who’s watching from a distance, obviously not wanting to get in the middle of a fucking shoot-out.
I bend in front of Kane and shake my head. “You seriously fucking owe me, Morgan.”