Page 89 of Redemption

“Fuck!” I yell again as we pull up to the hotel outside Montpellier in Sete. My father will find a way to take this out on me even though he knows this was Roland’s responsibility.

I jump out of the SUV and slam the door behind me. Dimitri rushes to keep up with me. He meets me at the elevators and swipes his key card and hits the button for the fourth floor.

I keep quiet. My thoughts stewing. Roland knew better than to fuck this up. But I have no doubt he did something stupid in his desperate attempt to take over his father’s seat.

I follow Dimitri off the elevator. He swipes the key card and we enter the suite.

“There is an office there.” He nods to a set of double doors.

I open the doors and face him. “Get me that list.” I shut the door and pace back and forth, trying to piece together anything and everything I have heard since Nicolas Di Masio started causing problems for us.

I dial Tomas as I wait. I need him to dig, to find out everything he can when Dimitri gets me that list.

“Kilian, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I’m in Sete. I need you to meet me at my hotel.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “You know I don’t usually make house calls.”

“I know.”

“I expect dinner.”

“We can have a ten-course meal and a fucking ten-thousand-dollar bottle of champagne.”

He clicks his tongue. “I can be there in fifteen minutes.”

I hang up the phone without another word. I’m glad he lives just outside this port city. I have no idea why he chooses to. To me, it is nothing special.

I gather my thoughts for a few moments, then sit in the chair and dial my father.

“Kilian.” His voice was gruff. “I am assuming you are in Sete.”

“Yes.”

“What the fuck happened?”

I drum my fingers along the desk. “You know this was not my job.”

“I understand.” His voice is surprisingly calm.

“Roland didn’t show up. He told Dimitri he had things to take care of. Dimitri said everything was running smoothly until they were ambushed by a group of masked men. Men that were yelling in Italian.”

“Giancarlo Renzetti.”

“That’s what I believe. I have Tomas on the way ready to dig into the men working the docks for us the last six months.”

“Good. Call Roland. I want you to hear his side of the story before we bring in his father.”

I lean back in my chair. “Dean Arrington does not have the ruthlessness to punish his son.”

“I will worry about Dean. You get this shit figured out.”

I clench my jaw. “And if I can’t find the weapons?”

“Then you forfeit your position with The Partners and that death certificate will become very real.”

“This wasn’t my job,” I growl into the phone.

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