Chapter 2 #2
Salv and Kaz never travel with security. Salv doesn’t because his brother is his security. And Kaz, well, nobody with good sense will fuck with Kazimir.
Although Kaz and I are the same age, he’s closer to Salvito. Even when we were young boys, he was always drawn to him.
Both guys head over to us, not even giving the scene in the middle of the room any attention.
“Salvito, I thought I told you to call me when you boarded the jet?”
Salv looks to Mase with that grin that got him out of a lot of trouble in his youth. “Sorry, big bro. I spent the better part of my flight balls deep in identical twins.”
I grimace. Between the four of us, we own and share two private jets. This means we’re going to have to deep clean the smaller one again.
“They weren’t twins.” Kaz shakes his head in disbelief. “They weren’t even related.”
Salv shrugs. “Yeah, but the pussy was the same.”
No matter how much of a foul mood I’m in, Salv would undoubtedly make me smile at his bullshit.
“So what’s the deal?” Salv turns his attention to me. “What’s this shit about a letter?”
When I got the letter four days ago, I called my brothers immediately.
We don’t discuss private things over the phone.
We’ve been that way since we were younger.
Anything that involves our side businesses or anything that might incriminate us in the court of law, we wait to speak face to face about it.
Since Mason was out of state and Salv and Kaz were out of the country, today is the first day we can discuss the matter.
Tilting my head for them to follow me, I head up the metal stairs to the top floor of the warehouse. They all follow behind me.
As soon as the last one enters the office and shuts the door, I grab the letter off the desk and hand it to Mason.
His brows pinch as he reads. Salv reads it over his shoulder with Kaz standing beside him.
“What the fuck is this?” Mason asks.
Salv takes the letter out of his hand, and he and Kaz look over it.
“I got that in the mail four days ago. The same day the video of me putting a bullet in Marcus was sent to Tiffany.”
The only thing I told my brothers before this meeting was that Tiffany had left me, taking Noah with her, all over a letter.
“Hold on.” Salv holds the letter out toward me. “You’re telling me this muthafucker had my sister’s number?”
I grit my teeth as I think of all the things that could’ve happened. This Horseman is threatening to break me. He knew enough about my wife to have her phone number. What if he would’ve taken her, or worse, killed her?
“Have you handled the video yet?” Kazimir folds his arms across his chest.
I wave my hand through the air. “Of course. I have Maseo and his crew scouring the internet. The moment someone uploads or tries to watch that video, Maseo and his crew will wipe it clean. So far, they haven’t seen anything.”
We’ve been at this shit since we were teens. We have a reliable crew that can do anything from disposing of bodies to hacking into the fucking government, and anything else we need.
“Let’s focus on the issue at hand.” Mase points to the letter that is now lying on my desk. “I’ve checked my office, my home, and even my PO Box. I didn’t get a letter.”
“Neither did we.” Salv points between him and Kazimir.
“But my letter specifically says you and your brothers. The Horseman knows about all of us.”
“Then why didn’t we get a letter?” Salv asks.
It seems as if the Horseman was going after all of us; he would have sent a letter to all of us.
Mason rubs his chin. “Because it’s not our turn.”
We all look at each other. The reality hit us at the same time. This isn’t a regular attack; this person has carefully plotted and planned. He’s curated an attack for each of us. If the Horseman knew enough to know about our past, it means they’ve been studying us. This could be dangerous.
“He’s trying to take us out one by one.” Kazimir rubs his chin.
“Yes. He’s lining us up like a sniper. Keeping us on our toes so we don’t know who’s next.”
Mason’s words cause a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Why go after Nico first?” Salv asks.
I think over that question for a moment. I’m no less guilty than my other brothers. And we all have businesses that could be attacked. Then it dawns on me.
“Because I’m the only one with a wife and son. He went after the easier target. Fuck,” I snarl, running a hand through my hair.
Kazimir pulls his phone out of his pocket as he quickly walks out of the office.
“Where is he going?” I ask.
“To call Savannah.” Salv stares at the closed door behind his brother. “You’re not the only one with someone that can be hurt.”
Shit. I forgot about that. Kazimir is the only one of us who still has ties to his old life. I rub a hand down my face.
“When’s the last time he talked to her?” Mason asks.
Salv turns back to face us. “He called the same day you told us about Tiffany leaving and the letter, but he hasn’t heard back yet.”
“Is that normal?” I ask.
“For Savannah? Yes. When she’s not pissed at him, it usually takes her a few weeks to return his calls. When she’s mad, well, it takes months.”
“Is she mad?”
Salv grins at Mason. “He dismembered her boyfriend after he found out the guy put his hands on her. He sent the pieces to the dude’s family.”
Mason rolls his eyes. I chuckle as I shake my head. Kazimir walks back into the office.
“Did she answer?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “I’m not stressed though. She’s sending me to voicemail. At least I know she’s alive. I’ll go see her soon.”
I dip my chin, feeling a lot more confident.
“We know that whoever this is knows about our past, and right now he’s focusing on Nic,” Mason says, bringing our focus back.
“Our main priority is getting my sister and nephew back and keeping them safe. In the meantime, Kaz, I want you to lay eyes on Savannah. I know you don’t like the idea of having her around you, but it may be necessary. ”
Kaz grits his teeth. I know he’s not liking the thought of that, but Mason is right. With this asshole out here threatening us, we need everyone we love close to us.
The ache in my chest has me rubbing the area. I need my light back. Everyday Tiffany is away from me is a day I move closer and closer to losing my sanity.
“If this Horseman knows about our time at…..” Salv swallows. It’s been a long time since either of us allowed the name of that hellhole out of our mouths. “That place,” he finally says. “Do you think he knows what we—”
“No.” Mason cuts him off. “Let’s not give the muthafucker more power than he deserves. He didn’t mention it, so we won’t make assumptions. I’ll have Maseo and the crew dig up everyone that was at the home while we were there. More than likely this is one of them.”
I agree with that. The only people who would have known we were ever at that place are the ones that were there with us. Our names and files were wiped clean not long after we left.
Screaming from downstairs has me rolling my eyes and heading in that direction.
Walking out of my office, my brothers follow.
We line up side by side against the railing on the top floor, peering down to the center of the warehouse.
Ghost, Roc and two more of my men along with Grant are all there.
Hanging upside down from large metal hooks are the bloody remains of five men.
Tied to a chair beside the bodies is the culprit of the sound.
“Aye,” I shout. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t you see my brothers and I are having a business meeting?”
The man tied to the chair shakes as tears stream down his face.
“Please,” he sobs.
I chuckle, placing my elbows on the railing, I lean forward. “All of this goes away, Mike. As soon as you tell me what happened to my guns.”
Mike sniffles as tears pour down his face. “I swear, Saint. I don’t know what happened to the cargo. We showed up to unload your containers, and one was missing.”
I look to my brothers, and they all look at me before turning back to the man tied to the chair.
“What’s your job title, Mike?”
Mike starts to cry louder. Ghost walks over and smacks him, nearly knocking him out of the chair.
“Answer my question.”
“Logistics Coordinator,” Mike finally says.
Salv whistles. “That’s a fancy title, Saint. How much does something like that pay?”
“Half a million a year,” I reply before turning back to Mike.
“Not only do I pay you to do a job, I even assigned you men to work under you to make sure the job is done correctly.” I point to the bodies hanging upside down.
“The job was not done. Now I’m missing one hundred million dollars’ worth of weapons.
And the only thing you can say is you don’t know what happened. ”
“Everything went as planned. I…I…”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know. I need answers. Or I’m going to make this shit personal and start collecting family members. I’d hate for you to watch my guys gut your fucking brother.”
The only reply I get is more tears from Mike. Annoyed with his crying, I wave my hand toward Ghost. He replaces the tape over Mike’s mouth. I turn my back to the scene and lean against the rail.
“You know he doesn’t know anything, right?” Kaz chuckles.
I shrug. “Yeah, I figured that out after I got here and three of the men were already dead and he wasn’t talking.”
“Which means someone knows enough about your business to steal from you.” Mason points out the obvious.
“Yeah, I know,” I groan.
“The better question is, what is the culprit going to do with four hundred crates of black-market guns?”
Mason isn’t wrong. That was indeed the bigger question. When it comes to arms dealing, I am the top supplier in the US. There are a handful of others, but they don’t come close to my numbers or have the amount of clients that I have. We respectfully stay out of each other’s way.
Occasionally, one or two have tried to poach into my territory and make backdoor deals with my clients, but I efficiently and swiftly shut them down.
And by shut them down, I mean put them on the missing person’s list. I highly doubt one of them would try this shit, but you could never be too cautious.
I’ll need to have a meeting with the other arms dealers.
I turn to Mason. “I’ll sit down with the other suppliers, see if anyone has any information. In the meantime, I need your guys to get me everything you have on an Evelyn Peters.”
Mason watches me for a second before nodding. “First, we get your family back, then we deal with this Horseman shit.”
He and I agree on that. I pull up an image of Tiffany in my head. That deep, dark skin that she kept moisturized. Her thick, tight curled hair and dark brown eyes. All of it pops up in my head. Soon, my love. Soon.