186 Christopherâs pov Dad managed to disarm the guy and calls me over as the guyâs shirt quickly soak with his blood.
âFind out who sent him.â Dad grunted as he opened the door and held the guy in a choke hold.
âHow am I suppose to do that if youâre choking him!â I yelled and looked around.
Someone must have heard those gunshots. Thereâs no way no one wouldâve heard.
Unless everyone leaving in those buildings are deaf.
âGet his phone.â Dad urged as a soft ping sound comes from the guys now lit up pocket.
Heâs groaning in pain, coughing up his own blood but still struggles.
âIf I were you, Iâd stop struggling boy.â Dad hissed in his ear and nudged his chin to the guyâs pocket.
âHurry up Christopher so we can get out of here.â
I quickly took out his phone.
âFingerprint.â I grumble, fighting with the guy to grab his hand.
When I do, I pinched his finger and placed it on his screen. The phone unlocks and I quickly tapped on the text.
âThat asshole! I knew Aiden was behind this shit!â I sneered as I read the messages between Aiden Xavier and the guy.
âFuck!â I roared and slammed my fist on the jeep roof.
âWhat is it!?â Dad looked at me.
I shook my head, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. âHe had this piece of shit follow us.â I pointed at the guy who looked like he was about to pass out soon. Or maybe he was about to die.
Either way he deserved it.
âHe somehow managed to get passed security at your place. Took photos of us fucking Lillian.â I sneered, slamming my fist again, this time on the hood.
âShit. Did he send it to Aiden?!â
I nod.
âFuck!â Dad roared and slammed his fist on the guyâs jaw.
He groaned, nursing his wound and now nose.
Dad looks furious but also confused on what to do.
I looked down at the phone again and scrolled down. Thereâs a text from Aiden.
âAiden asked for his location.â I exhaled and looked around. It was still quiet and the streets were still dead. There were no sounds of sirens so no one had called the cops.
âGive it to him,â Dad grunted.
I snapped my eyes back to his and looked at the guy who seemed to be Woozy.
âWhat? Are you crazy!?
Dadâs angry eyes snapped to mine furiously. âJust fucking give it to him goddammit!â He roared, pushing the guyâs now limp body away.
He slammed the door closed and walked over to me.
âIf we give it to him, heâll see what weâve done,â I nudged my chin to the wounded guy.
âThatâs exactly why weâre going to tell him. Let him see that the guy he sent was easily taken down by us. That should scare him off a bit. Heâll not want to come after us after seeing how far we go.â
I shook my head. âI donât know dad. He might retaliate by posting those photos online or he might give them to the media. Either way we are screwed.
âAnyone can edit a fucking photo nowadays son. Who do you think controls the media? Why do you think I had been in Russia for a few weeks? We have links now Christopher. More links than Sergio.â
I sighed. âI sure hope you know what youâre doing, dad.â
âTrust me son.â He patted my back and nudged his chin at the phone. âText him back and give him the location. Weâll be long gone when he gets here and calls the cops.â
Aidenâs pov I pace the floor, my heart racing.
The smell of the hospital was sickening. I hated the stench. But I hated my racing thoughts now.
I put someoneâs life on the line. Keeney was fighting for his life in there because of me.
I underestimated those Muralo sick fucks.
âSir can you please stop pacing for a second?â Mitch exhaled.
I must be worrying him even more.
I sighed and went to sit down on one of the empty chairs.
After Mitch called 911, I told him to call my dad to make sure they were still safe.
Someone had obviously used Tenneyâs phone to text me the location.
And I was betting it on Christopher. Who knew how far those fuckers would go tonight.
After reassuring me that everyone was still safe and sound, I was relieved.
When the cops arrived at the scene, I told them everything. From sending the private investigator to the photos he managed to take.
The Muraloâs were now under investigation.
âHow sick are those people Mitch? Shit.â I run my fingers through my hair in frustration.
If I had know things were going to end uo like this tonight, I wouldnât have hired a private investigator.
âItâs not like youâd know about them sir. From the outside they look like a normal family.â Mitch sighed and patted my back.
âDonât be too hard on yourself Mr. Xavier, what happened tonight wasnât your fault.â
I snorted and shook my head. When Iâm about to tell him something, the doctor suddenly steps out of the room.
I stood up and so does Mitch.
âHow is he?â I asked.
1977 Tenney and I were not friends, just acquaintances, but I put the manâs life in danger and now he was fighting for his life in there.
I wasnât even sure if he had a family or not.
The doctor shook his head, his face tight. âIâm sorry Mr. Xavier-
I closed the door behind me, swallowing the lump in my throat. Apparently Tenney had a family.
And I just took those kids dad from them.
Yes, I know I wasnât the one who shot Tenney but I was the one who put him in harms way. I might as well blame myself for this too.
The light suddenly turns on.
I blinked trying to adjust my vision to the sudden glare.
âAiden!â Sophieâs sudden gasp made me snap my eyes to hers.
They fell on my shirt and the blood drains from her face.
I looked down at my shirt. Blood stained my shirt. I exhaled. âItâs not my blood.â