CHAPTER EIGHT

CIAN

I crank my neck side to side and get out of my car. "Boss," one of the boys greets, ready to take my keys and park my car in the garage and I do throw them, for him to catch. I am back at the villa a few of the high-ranked men share with my brothers and I. It is kind of like a safe house, but one that is known as one of my residences, and at the same time, it's a pad for the guys to meet up discuss whatever needs to be discussed, chill and catch a breath,some living here too, as it's big enough to accommodate a bunch of these assholes. My brother raises a brow in silent question the moment he sees me from his seat with a few other guys and their partners for the day, or week, "have you found anything?" and I shake my head no. He smirks, that bastard. He falls in step with me as I walk to my office.

"What'd you find?" he asks as soon as the door closes behind us. "Nothing," I grab a glass and pour myself a good amount of whiskey. I turn to him, raise my glass to him in silent question, "want a glass?"He shakes his head no, I throw back a mouthful and fill my glass once more and throw that back too. Right after we were done at her apartment, Nico and William left the area on errands while I made my way to the airport to find the information I needed. Where I found nothing useful, as you can guess since it's a fucking airport. Foolishly, I scrolled through every feed within the last two hours at the security clips and got no radar on her, it was as if she had disappeared into thin air. Good girl, she knows how to hide her tracks, clearly. Searching on the internet gave me nothing about Vasquez having a daughter, or two daughters, remembering the conversation my little hellcat and I had in my room.

"How did you know who she is?" I ask him. He shrugs, "I have my ways." I want to punch a hole into his jaw, but I choose otherwise. Instead,i clench my fists so hard, I feel my nails digging into the rough palms of my hands.Choosing to stay away from him, I move to the back of my desk and rake a seat, eyeing him still, "what do you know of her sister's disappearance?" He shrugs his shoulders, taking a seat across from me, comfortably, even putting his goddamned feet up on my desk,"didn't look into that, it's none of my business. It's none of your business." He gives me a pointed look,whuch I ignore, pushing his feet off my desk. "I need you to find that out for me," I tell him, ignoring his annoyed stare, and go on to tell him to sniff around for the rats in our organization. I tell him the information I gained from Eris, that some of our men were working for Roarke.I like the way her name rolls of my tongue, I say it again and again in my head, as if to make sure I don't forget, as if I could.

I plug in my computer, my fingers flying over the keyboard, going to the search bar. My brother takes a peek and he looks at me in disgust, "you want to jerk off right now?" I ignore him and type in the username I'd seen on Eris' phone earlier,in porn hub."Shut up!" I tell him,and angle the screen for him to see.Then I click on one video, that was not more than 48 hours old. The twenty minutes clip is of a brown girl,laying limp, with a bunch of assholes preying on her.

Bile rises in my mouth as I watch, together with my brother, who's facial expressions mirror mine, as three of our men work themselves on this woman,who could easily pass off as my woman, if I didn't know any better I'd say it was her, but this woman was slimmer. Not having it in me to watch the whole thing, I flip the laptop closed.

William stands, "I'll use that drink right now," he doesn't bother looking at me, just stalks to the bar and fills his glass to the rim and gulps it all down. "Why the fuck is Rodney there?" he asks no one.Our cousin, Rodney, is one of the most loyal men we have,or so we thought. His motives now, are unclear, is he working with Roarke so that he can overthrow us-me, at some point? What deal does he have with Roarke to go behind our backs? Why the fuck would he do that? I see the wheels turning in William's head with the same questions. I simy watch my brother as he rearranges the thoughts in his head, he finally looks at me, "she's the one who killed them." He says, he doesn't ask. I nod. He whistles, thinks again and throws his head back in a laugh.

When he's done, he looks at me in a different light, tilting his head, "you knew, didn't you?" I nod, wincing slightly. I lean back in my seat, and tell him when I actually found out. I had my suspicion that something was off, when some merchandise would not get to the shipping station or something else just happened. So one time, I chose to look more into it when some of the drugs had gone missing,or someone ratting out to the police and the whole ordeal being annoying, especially dealing with that one detective.This time, one warehouse had been raided by the FBI, hours before the shipment exchange took place. Somehow all the fingers pointed to that one boy Rico, and William had been the one to deal with him about it.

I'd gone to the warehouse, hearing of the ruccus, and to my surprise, I see a small figure climbing the walls to escape. I fastened the process of dealing with Rico and told him we'd have a talk the next day, me and him. And after that, I silently followed him, partly, to know if he was the rat, who'd messed with me, and curious about the person who was spying. I'd stopped short in a parking lot a block away from his apartment and walked the rest of the way.I could hear muffled voices, tempted to get in, but another part of me stopped me. I didn't want to end this chase right now. So I stood in the shadows, even when a few thugs went to the apartment, and walked out, carrying the remains of Rico, for them to dispose his body in front of my house later in the night.

After they were all gone, I stepped into the broken apartment, although clean, there was a stale stretch of death. She had people cleaning up after her, who is she? I got even more intrigued by this mysterious woman. Later as the sun rose, I made my way to the mansion,to find the discreet package of Rico on my doorstep. I did open it up, curious to see just how she'd finished him. And just like the other two men, Rico was burnt flesh and unfinished bones.It was disgusting to look at.

I made a show of anger, letting my men know I will find the perpetrator, giving the task to my right hand, Nico to deal with it. Then went inside. Nico had followed me into my office, much like my brother did, you know the killer, he'd said. Not bothering to lie to him, I nodded.

"It is her, isn't it?" he'd asked, accusing my stalker of such vile crime.