Page 80 of His Lair
“What the fuck?” I curse. “Get someone from IT. Find out where that elevator stopped,” I yell out as I continue to flick through every camera on every floor during that period of time. I don’t see anyone stepping off an elevator carrying my mother. “They couldn’t have just disappeared…”
“We will find her,” Louie says.
“Fucking hell, I know she has issues, but she’s still fucking family,” I grunt.
I’ve been so focused on Lailani that I really haven’t thought too much about how this mess would affect my mother. This is supposed to be her wedding day. She thinks this is real. I’m going to fucking gut that filthy pig when I get my hands on him.
“We know,” Louie says.
“Where is Jazzy?” I ask Carlo.
“She’s at home, with Antonia and Charlotte,” he says before looking to E. “Don’t suppose you can convince Lailani to babysit again, do you?”
“Wait… Did you know she was working for him?” I point from Carlo to Emmanuel.
“No, but she protected my daughter. I’m not mad about it,” Carlo replies.
“Yeah, me either,” I tell him. I need to find Lailani. “I’ll be back.”
I walk out of my office, peering behind me when I hear footsteps, and find Louie hot on my tail.
“I’m coming,” he says.
“You don’t know where I’m going.”
“Doesn’t matter,” he says, stepping up next to me.
“Thanks.” I nod my head at him. This is the man who always has my back, no matter what. I owe a lot to my friends. They’ve saved my ass more times than I can count. “I’m the world’s worst son. My mother has been taken and all I’m worried about is my fiancée being next.”
“That doesn’t make you a bad son. It makes you human. Besides, we both know your mother is like a cockroach. That woman can survive anything.” Louie laughs.
He’s right. My mother can survive anything. She’s always managed to get herself out of shit. Not knowing what they’re doing to her, though, makes my stomach turn. There are some things no woman should ever experience, and I don’t think even a woman like my mother can come back from those things.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Ifound my dad on his way back up to his room. He seemed okay. So I decided to do the opposite of what Sammie wants me to do. I also gave my dad the key to my apartment and toldhim to go there and not to leave until I came for him. Like I said, I do not need him getting mixed up in this mess.
Thankfully, he trusts me and didn’t even question why I didn’t want him hanging around the casino. He’s a smart man. All he said was to be careful and that he loved me. I have never doubted that my father loves me. I mean, he’s a cop. He knows things about me that could see me locked up on death row. Yet those things have never changed the way he looks at me. Which is why I owe it to him to make sure he is safe, and the only way I can do that right now is to keep him far away. I don’t know where these assholes have taken Sammie’s mother, but I’m going to find her and bring her back in one piece.
I might even deliver their heads to Sammie, save him the job of removing them himself. Because that’s the kind of thing a good girlfriend would do, right?
I have no idea, but I’m thinking it is.
A quick trip in the elevator and I’m helping myself to Sammie’s lair. He did say I could use anything in here. And right now, what I want is the computer and screens. I have no idea where his mother is, but I’m pretty sure she’s still in the building somewhere.
After thirty minutes of watching various floors, I see it. Or I see him. John. He looks directly up at the camera and smirks, as if he knows I’m watching him. Jerk. He then walks down the hall. He’s on the sixth floor. Stopping outside of room 692, he talks to some douche in a suit before he walks inside.
What are you up to, John?
I log into casino’s layout plan and look at the floor he’s on. The adjacent room appears to be vacant. Perfect! I just have to get into it without the goon in the hallway suspecting anything. Good thing I love dressing up and going undercover.
After carefully selecting a few different items from Sammie’s collection, including a couple of smoke bombs and some teargas, I look longingly at the flame thrower. I’m not too sure Sammie would appreciate me burning his casino down. But it would be so much fun.
I shake my head, and just before I step onto the elevator to go up, my phone pings with an incoming message.
E:
He’s looking for you.
