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There are five Escalades sitting out front, just like the ones that brought Ms. X to the boxing ring. Men are in the same familiar black set up standing by the back passenger door to each vehicle. They’ve been trained perfectly. Their hands are folded in front of them, their backs are straight. Their heads don’t move as they focus left and right constantly.
My father and I are loaded into the front Escalade. I don’t have much time to look behind me since as soon as we’re loaded in, we quickly drive away. Not like in movies where we burn rubber, slow, steady and focused.
“Get me a meeting with Xenia,” my dad snaps out. I wanted to ask who the hell she was but now is definitely not the time.
His fingers pounding fast and hard on his phone before placing back up to his ear. “Give me more guards, now, and getthe fucking councilon the phone.”
My dad gives my hand a reassuring squeeze every now and then as he goes back and forth yelling out orders on the phone. The man does not stop, he keeps shouting.
The Escalades are racing through the streets with practiced maneuvering. People stop and look, constantly noticing the five vehicles that look exactly the same and that aren’t followingthe rules of the road very well, they’re in a hurry. It looks like it’s somebody important, like the freaking president running through the roads.
When we reach the highway, the attention is farther spaced out, too many cars. The Escalades somehow managed to all stay together, even in the fast lane as we go tearing down the highway making our way to an unknown destination, unknown to me.
My mouth starts to open, wanting to talk to my father but he’s dead silent watching and listening for anything out of the ordinary. He glances outside behind them and at his phone constantly. If he doesn’t calm down soon, he’s gonna have a freaking heart attack, the worry grips me like a vice.
The phone rings as my dad snaps it up to his ear. “Mrs. Blake.” I can’t hear what she’s saying but I know that Mrs. Blake is the Dean of Santorin University. “You know how I feel about the Santorins, their stress does not worry me.” He listens longer as a crease in his forehead becomes more prominent and his frown deepens, not liking what he’s hearing. “I have nothing to offer them, and I’m not going to give them any information. Tell Lucas I’ll be in touch when things have calmed down on my end.” I don’t know for sure but I know that Cal’s father is Lucas Santorin, so that must be the same people they’re talking about.
So much information, my head feels like it’s going to explode. “Take notes of any other parents that are having issues. I don’t want to hear the same shit as the Santorins, but will fix everything else.” My eyes widen at how he talked to the Dean, I guess suspension won’t really work for him when he told her what to do.
The voice in my head stops instantly as we pull up a long driveway through an old battered gate, up to one of the most beautiful colonials that I’ve ever seen. It’s modest and inviting. And it seems fairly small for all the people that we have around.
“Have you owned this the whole time?” My words spit out, I wasn’t even able to calm my thinking. Wondering, is this where we could’ve been living or did my parents choose to keep us over a smelly boxing ring?
My father eyes me for a few seconds. “I know what you’re thinking, and no, I haven’t. Later, we’ll talk later.” I nod, there’s not much else to say as I refocus my attention on the beautiful property. It looks like it’s been sitting unused and un-cared for, for years but the charm is unprecedented.
Chapter
Eighteen
Reaper
“Don’t fight,” I snap out to Remy as the guards surround us. We’re okay, we’ve done nothing to this man. This is just ‘The Ghosts’ way of protecting his daughter.
He must’ve found out about the hit, that’s the only reason I can think of for him to act this way. This man plans on getting rid of every iota of danger possibly facing his family.
The Councilmight be a hindrance, an annoyance to a lot, but it’s also a savior to others, even in our line of work. Antonio Capponi cannot walk around killing everybody he thinks is intimidating to his family and his way of life. Without a valid reason for it, he will haveThe Councilrain hell down on him.
We promptly follow the guards leading us outside to what I assume is a waiting vehicle. Remy and I both make sure to keep our steps and our mood neutral and calm. No reason to entice a bunch of men with guns.
Several students gasp on our way out, pointing at us watching and most likely thinking that we might be the reason for all of this. ‘The Ghost’ makes an entrance to save his daughter and pulls two men off the school campus that don’t even go there, that definitely don’t fit in.
We have no reason to be here other than for sinister shit.
We’re stopped outside of the Escalades. Beautifully parked all in a row. The guards start to load up and listen for more orders, leaving too much time for Remy to get distracted.
“Fuck,” I hiss out when Remy stands next to one of the biggest mother fuckers I have ever seen in my life. This guy has to be at least six inches taller than Remy’s six-feet-two.
The stupid fucker puts up his arms and shows his guns, his bicep muscle against one big mother fucker. Remy’s bicep, even though he is not a small man, doesn’t even go halfway up to this guy’s.
Of course my idiot friend decides to squeeze the huge tank of a man’s bicep, not even able to get his hand around half of it. It doesn’t take long before the man looks like he’s about ready to knock his fucking head off.
Remy shocks him when he asks, “does it hurt?” My mouth is now open. It’s hard for shit to shock me. “It has got to hurt to be that big.” I can’t help it, I start to laugh, a few of the other guards chuckle. The huge stone man angrily pushes Remy into the back of one of the Escalades as I’m forced into another one.
Guards crowd around us, keeping us separated. This is very common at a point like this. We’re both professionals and it would be easiest for us to overtake one of the vehicles together. You don’t want your prisoners planning on how to kill you or escape. Even though, if I was with Remy right now, I’d punch him in the arm, he could’ve got himself killed.
We’re taken to a nearby house not very far from the school, maybe five minutes. They didn’t cover our heads, so they’re either going to kill us or they need us.
The older house is a good size, a nice colonial but I don’t pay attention to how the property looks. My concern is the exits, the darkened windows and the vast amount of acreage. The only reason I know that there’s a lot of acreage is because there areguards careened everywhere, scattered throughout, even way off in the distance. What the fuck is going on?
