Page 47 of Nikki Sinatra: For Her Lover
“It’s not true,” Nikki said.
“What did Nikki and Juda do again?” Mick asked. Nikki looked at him this time. But Mick was all business when it came to business. He was staring at Emilio.
“They stole their product again,” Emilio said. “And they found out. I was ordered to bring both of them in alive. Nikki and Juda. They want both of those motherfuckers and they don’t want dead bodies either. They want live bodies. They want them tortured in every way humanly possible and then killed. They want to make an example out of them. I bring them in alive, that’s the only way I’ll get out of this alive. But then those fuckers I hired went and killed Juda. Now I got to take Nikki out if I stand any chance of survival.”
“Who are they?” Mick finally asked Emilio.
“Who are the people that want Nikki and Juda?” asked Teddy.
Nikki realized, in that moment, that her entire interrogation had been completely taken over by Mick and Teddy.
Emilio leaned his head back again in pain.
“I can call a doctor right now,” Teddy said. “But your ass got to tell us more than what you’re telling us. Who are they,gotdammit, just answer the question!”
Mick looked at Teddy. He was so worried about Nikki’s involvement that it was getting to him too.
But Emilio answered. “The cartel,” he said.
“That’s agotdamn lie,” Nikki said.
“Are you trying to tell me,” Teddy said to Emilio, “that my wife stole product from a South American cartel? Are you shitting me?”
“It wasn’t her first time. That first time, when they killed my family, she stole it then too. Her and Juda. And they just found out.”
“Stop lying, Emilio! I’ve never had anything to do with any cartels and you know it!”
“I know they got it on video! I know that,” Emilio fired back.
Teddy and Mick looked at him. “What video?” Teddy asked.
“In that hotel room. Nikki and Juda. That’s why her ass was scared when she saw me. She knew I knew. She was in Jersey just last week, her and Juda together, in that hotel.”
Teddy frowned. “Jersey?” He knew Nikki was in New Jersey last week to meet with Monk Paletti about a distribution deal they were setting up. But she wasn’t in any hotel. It was a one-day trip.
“They made love,” Emilio said.
“Who made love?” Teddy asked.
“Juda and Nikki. Then they met with their buyer. And sold it to him. You check her bank accounts. The ones in the Caribbean. Then you come talk to me about who’s lying.”
Nikki smiled and shook her head. “This is crazy!”
“Go on and ask her,” Emilio insisted to Teddy. “Ask her if she has any offshore accounts. Ask her, Teddy. Ask her!”
Teddy looked at Nikki. “You don’t have any. Do you, Nikki?”
Nikki stared at Teddy. “You believe him?”
“No.”
“Then why are you asking me that?” Nikki was livid.
But Mick was old school. He never left stones unturned. “Do you have any offshore accounts, Nikki?” he asked her.
Nikki looked at him. “I didn’t steal any drugs from any cartel,” she said.
“That wasn’t my question,” Mick asked her. “Do you have any offshore accounts?”
