Page 139 of Sinful King

I was so sure I would put money on it and gambling was not my thing.

“This is where he hides his go bag. Passports, money, all the stuff he’d need to at least get out of the tri-state.”

It was a self-storage place an hour from Manhattan in Chester. He was predictable, enough for me to guess he’d show just before the sun went down. We pulled into the bustling parking lot and Esi backed into a spot that gave us a clear view of our surroundings and the front door.

“I had plans to kill my abuelo,” Esi said out of nowhere. “He deserves to die anyway for what he did to my dad. Don’t you think?”

She really didn’t feel anything and it made me worry for Liam’s heart.

“Do you care?”

She shrugged.

“About what? Killing him or that he killed my dad?”

I hummed.

“The hit on Sean’s grandmother was orchestrated by him as well.”

She whipped her head in my direction. We hadn’t had the chance to really talk yet, but that was an important detail for her to know.

“He has to die for that alone,” I mused. “I can tell Sean’s plotting on Miami now that he eliminated Miguel. Your abuelo is probably next on his agenda.”

Esi tapped the steering wheel.

“If he handles that. I’ll root out any traitors and help clean up for y’all to come in and make shit shake.”

I nodded, liking the idea of that.

“Wake me when he shows.”

It felt like I’d just closed my eyes when Liam shook me.

“There he is,” he said after I looked back at him.

Sure enough, my father was standing with the door open to a dark grey Impala. He looked around, shut the door and went inside. I hopped out after waiting to see if he’d return for something with a tiny tracker in hand.

Walking past the row of cars leading to his, I quickly dipped low and stuck the tracker on.

“You know once you activate it Sean will be able to find you, right?” Liam asked as I slid in and opened my laptop to do exactly that.

I smiled when the map, showing my father’s parked location popped up.

“Of course, I know.”

That was the whole point of using one instead of following the old fashion way. We waited for him to return and about twenty minutes later he did, with the go bag slung over his shoulder.

He didn’t check for a tracker like a smart man on the run would and drove away. Esi waited until the signal had him about two miles out and followed.

After an hour, he’d unknowingly led us to Long Island, the last place I expected him to seek help.

“Can you find who lives there?” Esmeralda asked.

I sighed, not needing to do that.

“My… grandparents. The last time I’d saw them my grandfather slapped him so hard his lips ballooned in size. We never went back.”

Going to them meant he was desperate. And they had political connections that could easily assist in him slipping past Sean’s security measures.

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