“Okay, a house.”
“Now you’re being ridiculous.”
We turned the corner.
The SUV, BMW, and Bugatti Veyron were just up ahead. Shay’s men looked menacing as they stood guard. They’d attracted the attention of several gangbangers by the look of things, and they lingered not too far away on the street corner, no doubt intrigued by the flashy wheels and flashier entourage.
“That was a big fucking dog,” said Shay.
I patted his back in admiration.
“All men accounted for,” he said. “Not a bad day.”
“Let’s find Adrian.”
“Well we know where he is now.”
“Where?”
“You’ll never guess what I found in his bedroom.”
My phone buzzed and I snapped it to my ear. “Henry?”
“Where are you?” he said gruffly.
“Are you in the air?”
“Fuck, no. Waiting for you.”
I hurried toward the cars. “I’ll be there in twenty.”
“Good. How’s Mia?”
“How did you know?”
“I’m your brother.”
“The issue’s been resolved.”
“Hurry up. I don’t know how your evening’s going, but mine’s grueling.”
“In what way?”
“Our air stewardess is a bossy bitch. She has a swastika tattooed on her body somewhere. Ass probably. I’ll put money on it.”
CHAPTER 4
MIA SLEPT SOUNDLY, but those disheveled sheets indicated remnants of a nightmare. My heart ached for her.
Our luxury 747 had reached cruising altitude several hours ago and we were well on our way to New York. The Cole plane had every luxury—this private bedroom, a conference area, an office, and a small lounge where, right now, Shay and Henry were going over the documents my father’s team had emailed us.
His executives were equally immersed, with legal, business, and corporate staff burning the midnight oil to try and salvage our sinking ship.
A break from the intensity was needed and here lay my serenity. I set the ice-filled glass of water down on the night stand.
The minimal décor provided some respite. Those two chairs, the walled TV, and the artwork were all well secured. The deep blue comforter provided the only color.
Very gently, I brushed a stray hair out of Mia’s eyes. She stirred awake and blinked up at me.