Chapter 44
Kay
This is bad.
Everyone in the room turns to Rico with accusing eyes.
Well, except me.
"And what makes you think I have anything to do with it?" Rico shouts, throwing his hands up.
Carl laughs dryly, closing the distance between them." Are you seriously asking me that?" he whispers in anger.
"I had nothing to do with it. I didn't even know they were attacking." Rico denies in a serious tone, but his brother chuckles instead.
Well, what am I supposed to do in this case?
I don't want to upset either of them or be on their bad side.
Marcello and Theo draw their guns and point them at Rico, but he doesn't seem fazed.
"You are the last person I will ever trust," Carl seethes, grabbing the neck of Rico's hoodie.
Why isn't he fighting back or doing anything?
I take slow steps toward them, hoping I won't get into trouble with anyone, especially Carl.
"What if he's telling the truth, Carl?" I whisper with the hope he won't snap at me.
"Stay out of this, princess. My men are so much of a family than he could ever be," he growls harshly, and I move a step backwards.
There goes my hope.
"You do not talk to her like that, Carlos," Rico says, violently jerking away from Carl's grip.
Okay, shit is about to go down.
"Boys, boys, calm down, will you?" my father yells, separating the two.
He pushes the two brothers apart and stands between them, but it doesn't stop the glaring competition.
"Let's get out of here, boys," Carl mumbles, walking to the door without another word.
Theo and Marcello promptly follow him, and I'm left gaping at his behaviour.
He didn't even look at me or say goodbye.
What does that mean? I knew I should have stayed out of it.
The tension in the room is thick, and I decide to excuse myself from the room.
Now with Theo gone, I'm on my own. Is Carl that mad that he forgot Theo was supposed to stay with me?
I silently walk to my grandpa's room, fighting the sting in my chest.
Relationships are tougher than I thought.
If he sent Sam to his office, who did he leave in charge?
He got distracted and came here, fucking things up. Was Rico used to distract his brother?
I don't really know.
The door to his room is cracked open, so I just push it to find him lying on the bed. Ana is standing above him with a pillow in her hands.
What is she up to?
"Ana," I call out, and she hastily turns to look at me.
"Oh... hey, Kay," she stutters, giving me a fake smile, and I narrow my brows at her.
She looks like she just caught.
What is she doing here anyway? I don't think she has anything to talk to my grandpa about.
This woman tends to be in the wrong place every time.
"What are you doing here?" My eyes land on the pillow in her hands and back at her face.
"Boss told me to see if he's okay," she points at the old man, but I doubt my father will send her up here.
The far his workers go is the sitting room or kitchen, not our personal rooms. This is the second time she's invading our privacy.
"Okay," I mumble, dismissing her, and she hurriedly leaves.
That is so suspicious.
"It's her," Grandpa groggily says, opening his eyes, " She's the woman I was suspecting," he completes, and I instantly dash out of the room to find my dad.
"Where is Ana?" I ask immediately as I step into the kitchen. They are where I left them; Rico must have left.
"She just left. Is everything okay?" he questions, walking towards me.
"Did you send her to Grandpa's room?" I ask, and his eyes narrow in confusion like he doesn't understand what I'm saying."I found her there, and she said you sent her." I elaborate, and he shakes his head in denial.
"I didn't send anyone up there."
"I'm going after her, she's the spy," I notify my dad, going back upstairs to my room.
I have a collection of weapons in my room. I can't just go after a traitor without anything on me
This is my only chance to know who is behind the threats.
"You are not going after her, honey, you are still sick," Dad objects, walking behind me.
"I will take one of your men, Dad. The sooner this shit ends, the better." I walk to my closet to grab a big jacket to help me hide the stuff.
"I will go instead, stay here, okay?" he pleads, following me to the closet.
"You worry so much, Dad. I will be fine," I say, but wince when yanking the black jacket from the hunger.
He saw that.
Shit.
Dad stands next to me and helps me take it.
"Honey, I understand you need answers, we both do. Just let me handle this, okay?" he begs, draping it on my shoulders and helping me wear it before zipping it.
Should I listen to him?
"Sit this one out, go chat with Dad or Andrea, she's in the opposite room from your grandpa's," he adds, and I reluctantly nod.
I needed to see her anyway.
"Hurry up then," I say, pushing him out of my room, and he laughs, joining Beth, who is waiting for him in the corridor.
Does she follow him everywhere?
I knock at Andrea's door and enter when I don't get a response. She's sitting on her bed, staring out of the window, and it seems she's in deep thought.
No wonder she didn't answer.
Good thing my dad didn't hurt her, she's hurt already. I still hope he considers her.
She has that motherly vibe, and it draws me to her every time.
"Mmh," I clear my throat, and it startles her.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have put you in harm like that." The woman rushes to me and carefully hugs me.
"It's okay, I got lucky," I assure her, but it does nothing to lessen her worry.
"I have been so worried, I should have known," she mutters, running her hands through my hair soothingly.
This is what I'm talking about.
She pulls away and takes my hand, leading me to her bed.
"Are you still in pain?" she worriedly asks, and I chuckle. I have seen worse than she can ever imagine.
"I'm okay, Andrea. What about you?" I ask back, sitting next to her.
"Alright, I guess, I just don't know what to do," she says, and her eyes start watering
"You can stay here," I grab her hand in mine and squeeze it gently.
"I don't know, honey, there are men everywhere, and they look scary," she whispers, and I chuckle.
I know she figured everything out, but she's holding herself back from asking.
"Well, those scary men will protect you, also I will be here with you. I want you to stay," I show her my sincerity, and she looks at our hands, sighing.
"What about your parents, are they okay with it?"
"Well, it's just my dad, and he'll do anything I tell him," I proudly say, thinking about how he said he'll do anything for me.
"Where is your mum?" she asks bluntly, and my eyes widen a little.
"Oh, she died when I was seven," I tell her, and her countenance changes completely.
"Oh, honey, I didn't know," she says remorsefully, squeezing my hand.
"It's okay, we are fine." I take the remote and switch on the TV to change the subject.
No one is fine after they lose someone who means a lot to them.
The first thing that comes up in the news is the murder of the New York business mogul.
I watch as the police carry the body in a black bag to the ambulance.
Well, shit happens.
I'm about to change to something else when the woman announces the name of the victim.
A gasp of horror leaves my mouth as I stare at the black bag.
Grayson Scott is dead?