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I jolted forward, unable to stop myself. “Which one?” I demanded.
“Oh…Didn’t know this was a public conversation,” Killian’s voice replied.
“Which one?” Dante repeated.
“I don’t know? They all look the same to me. Looks like the farthest one from the offices, though.”
Shit. I knew what warehouse he was talking about. And, from the look Dante gave me, he knew exactly what was in it. But I’d worry about how he knew later.
“You need to drive faster,” I said sharply.
“I’m not an Uber, you know.” Dante scowled.
“Should I hang up now?” Killian asked.
“Yes.” Dante and I both snapped.
“Well, damn, if I knew both of you would—” Killian’s voice cut off as Dante pressed the end call button on the steering wheel.
We made the turn off the highway, heading straight for the river. The docks were just two blocks away now, and we could see the thick smoke rising from the fire. Hell, half the city could probably see it.
Dante pressed on the gas. “There hasn’t been any explosions yet….”
The car shuddered just as a loud boom resounded down the street. Fire flared above the city’s skyscrapers, an angry mushroom cloud. My hands curled into fists as I tried to calm my racing heart. Dante’s tires squealed as he came to a stop just inside the parking lot that was already filled with fire trucks and police cars alike.
I bolted from the car, heading straight towards the yellow police tape. Several officers tried to stop me before they saw my face. Mateo was by our office doors, watching the warehouse burn to the ground. His arms were crossed, his face set in a furious sneer.
“What the hell happened?” I yanked him around to face me.
“Lower your voice,” Mateo growled.
I glared up at him, furious. “You don’t get to tell me that. You know what was in there! So what the hell happened?”
Something dark flared in his eyes as he towered over me. For the first time since I was voted in, I wondered if Mateo was as happy about the result as he pretended to be. “I don’t know,” he bit out. “One of our workers ran into the office to report that a fire had started. No one knows how.”
My fingers raked through my hair as I watched our largest supply of weapons melt into nothing. Not only our weapons, but some of the more expensive shipping materials we dealt with, all under an intricate alarm system and security. Which had apparently been bypassed.
“This is going to cost us,” Mateo muttered. “Hundreds of thousands if not millions.”
“Fuck.” I turned away, unable to watch it any longer. Dante was standing just outside his own office, his father beside him. They both watched me, each with different expressions.
Sal looked downright gleeful, which made me want to grab the closest gun off an officer and shoot it off his face. Dante, however, hid his thoughts behind an emotionless mask. I could read nothing of how he really felt about this, which was probably for the best. I looked away, watching as the firefighters attempted to control the fire, hoses from the boats along the river and the trucks along the docks dousing the flames. That’s all I could really do.
The police came to question me as the fires finally died out, leaving behind a smoking mess. They wanted to know what was in the warehouse and how I thought it had started. Mateo smoothly took over, dealing with the cops in his usual brusque but confident way. I let him.
Dante fell into step beside me as I neared the destroyed warehouse. From what I could see, there was nothing left, though firefighters were still trying to pick through the damage. I made a mental note to pay them off just in case they found anything they shouldn’t have.
“Sienna.” His voice pulled me from the numbing distress, forcing me to follow his gaze where a few other firefighters and police were already gathered.
One wall still stood among the destruction, though how it had escaped the flames was beyond me. Dark red letters were smeared over the metal. Lights flashed as the police documented it.
Time is running out.
Dante’s hand gripped my arm, pulling me away. It took me a few minutes to realize what he was doing.
“Let go of me,” I snarled, trying to twist out of his grip.
“Right now is not the time to fight me.” Dante’s hold tightened. “You’re going to take a car home, and you’re going to stay there.”
