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I pinch my nose in frustration. There’s no point for me to fight them. There are too many innocent people in this club. Don’t get me wrong, I could easily take out the police officers one by one. My club is filled with my guys, but it’s not worth people's lives.
“I got something,” he says to his colleagues.
Of course, he has. The fucking question now is who the hell set me up and why? It’s not the first time people have tried to kill me or bring me down, but hiding drugs and weapons inside my club is a first.
I’m just glad Scott is not here.
“Care to explain, Lieutenant General Preston?” he questions.
“Nothing more than what you see. I’ve been called to let me know that my guys found these in the backroom and bathroom. I arrived five minutes before you.”
“Of course you did,” one of them replies condescendingly.
I’m gritting my teeth so hard that my jaw feels like it’s locked in place.
“It won’t take long for you to see that there’s no genetic material belonging to me on them.” They don’t believe me for a bit, and it’s fine. We’ll find soon enough who’s behind that.
“I’ll ask you to follow me. I’m giving you the chance to avoid being handcuffed, but don’t make me regret it,” he cautions. I nod because there’s nothing more I can do right now. I glance at Shaan, asking him silently to call my da’ and Scott.
This night is going to be a nightmare.
Chapter 2
Blakely
The wine in my glass shimmers as I swirl it, and the Eiffel Tower dominates the view from my office window with its lights. The office is quiet and nearly empty at this time of the night, except for Emilie, who is still working at her desk. I’m usually the first one to arrive and often the last to leave. She doesn’t leave the office until I’m gone, which is usually after 10 p.m.
I don’t ask her to stay that late. I’m not that kind of boss, but she feels obligated somehow.
Do I feel guilty about it? Of course, I am not heartless.
I started my position as a criminal defence attorney in Paris eight years ago, and she has been working as my legal assistant for six. She has been one of my closest friends since I left Scotland. She did a pretty great job since Bailey was one of the people I left behind. Bailey knows why I had to. My twin knows everything about me. Or she used to. Some truths are better kept in the shadows, and I don’t want her to know that everything I fought for, the justice I swore to, was built on lies.
I am lost in my thoughts when the buzzing of my phone snaps me back to reality, and I groan when I see who is calling.
“Reed speaking.” The sound of someone inhaling on the other end of the line fills my ears. The unmistakable sound of a cigar wafting through the phone.
“Blakely.” I hear Preston's raspy voice. “We have a problem.” I remove my glasses and pinch the bridge of my nose.
“Don’t we always have a problem?” I sneak a quick peek towards Emilie’s desk, and she immediately picks up on my silent plea, walking over to my desk.
A few years back, I put some of the best lawyers on my team to focus exclusively on Caleb Preston and what he might need for his business.
Being a powerful businessman, many people have tried to take him down, and that’s when my team entered the game.
If he's calling, it can't be anything good. He has little faith in my team's abilities. I don't understand why. They’re good. So he usually calls me when it’s a personal matter or when he needs something done right, as he likes to say.
“It’s Aidan.” I feel my chest tighten, and my breathing becomes shallow and rapid at the mention of his name.
I made it clear that I would only work with him if he agreed to never mention his son’s name in my presence.
Time may have passed, but the feeling of my heart breaking into pieces remains. I can still see myself on my bathroom floor, puking everything I had. I can still see him betraying me in the worst way possible.
Even after eight years, the image is so vivid that it will be permanently etched in my mind.
It has been two months since Aidan told me Aisla was dead.
I still can’t believe it. I don’t know what happened. He and my brother refused to give me any details. Just that she was gone. Like that.
