Page 11 of Scarred Heir
“I’ll have a car take you home,” I said. “The streets are total chaos with tourists and drunks. And he can barely walk. You can’t navigate your way home.”
“No, I don’t need your help.” She glared at me as she helped her brother get his balance. “Don’t pretend you care about me.”
I admired her spirit.
“If you’re worried about me finding out where you live, I don’t need my driver to take you home to get that information. I could have your address before you reached the end of this alley.”
She continued to walk down the street, struggling to keep her brother upright.
“Do you have money for a rideshare?” I asked.Why do I fucking care?
“I don’t want anything from you.” She looked over her shoulder. “Leave us alone.”
I handed one of my men a hundred-dollar bill, because I couldn’t let whatever the hell this was between us go.
“Get her in a cab,” I said. “Force her if you have to, but don’t let her go down the subway steps. It’s crazy out here tonight. Take two men with you and persuade her to get acab. If she gives you a problem, haul them back here and I’ll handle her.”
“Will do, boss,” he said.
I went back into the club and rested against the brown panel wall. This was not the way I saw the night going when I first spotted her at the bar. Letting her go was for the best, but why did it feel wrong?
“Everything handled?” Lucas joined me.
“For now.”
“Bello and his crew left a while ago. I don’t think they knew Chance was trying to sell anything here.”
“Bello isn’t that dumb. He wouldn’t violate the rules that way.”
“I don’t think Chance realized what he was getting into. It’s like his sister said, he needed quick cash and he thought he saw an opportunity.”
“I let him go as a favor to his sister,” I said. “But we’re going to have to keep an eye on him.”
“I’ll get on it.”
“I want anything you can find on Sable and Chance Flynn.” I pushed off the wall and hurried back to the dingy office that needed just as much work as the rest of this dump.
I had big renovation plans, but I had to put them on hold because I promised my sister-in-law Lissia that she could be in charge of the project. I had no idea how long she and Marchello would be on their so-called honeymoon, but I wouldn’t go back on my word.
“Why am I looking into Sable?” Lucas asked as we entered the office. “Do you think she was in on it?”
“No, I don’t.” I leaned against the edge of the desk. “Find everything out about her anyway.”
I may have let her go, but that didn’t mean I was done with her.
“I’ll do whatever you want, but first I have information that you might find useful.” He shut the door. “Diego Medina is in Manhattan.”
“We expected that, didn’t we?”
Medina made himself known two weeks ago when he approached Marchello and Lissia in Miami. He had attempted to purchase Lissia in a sex trafficking operation orchestrated by Lissia’s now-deceased father. Medina made it clear that when Lissia wasn’t delivered to him as promised, he was owed a refund. Marchello didn’t agree.
“My source says he’s asking questions about Danny Collins’ whereabouts,” Lucas said. “Of course, no one has that information.”
“No one would, considering no one is ever going to find him.”
Danny Collins was an arms dealer,wasbeing the operative word, who caused my family more trouble than we needed. He got in over his head in Miami and ended up being fodder for the gators.
“I don’t think Medina is here for that three million dollars he thinks he’s owed,” Lucas said. “There is more to his story.”
