Chapter 120 Followed - Miguel POV
I'm being tailed.
If I wasn't trained in this shit, I probably wouldn't have noticed, because whoever is following me, always drives in a different car.
The first time I noticed, I drove past my house and booked into a hotel. I don't want whoever is tailing me to know where I live.
Instead, I sent Raul to pick up some of my stuff and bring it to the hotel.
That is mine and Madison's house, our safe place. I'm not jeopardising our future for whoever thinks it's wise to put a tail on me.
She's returning from the Caribbean Islands today, too, that means I won't be able to see her either.
It's been two weeks since I last held her, I'm going to have to come up with a plan.
I could confront the person following me, but he was hired by someone, and if that person is paying him well, he won't give up the source.
Unless I hire a warehouse outside a city, lure him there and torture him until he gives up a name.
Of course George has resigned effect immediately, and Ben is still in the office, with the auditor only uncovering George's crime. The story was silenced, so it never got out to the media. Very convenient.
I don't know what the hell I expected to happen. Maybe I thought my father would do the right thing, but he once again disappointed me.
Father has appointed a new CFO too, a woman who is in her forties with a sharp gaze and intelligent answers.
The only reason I even busted my ass studying law was to dethrone Ben in the firm, but it looks like his support is just too high. I never even had an interest in law apart from being a problem for my brother.
I can see how cautious of me he is in the office now. He only talks to me because he has to.
I need Lucille here stat, but she's still off grid and she's the only one I trust to hack into him.
My phone rings, and I pick it up immediately when I see it's Madison calling.
"Is the little mouse tired of hiding?" I can't help but smile.
"Hey." Her voice is soothing things inside me I didn't even know needed soothing. "I need to see you, can you come by my parents place after work?"
"Are they not going to try and kill me?" I joke.
"No. Maybe, I don't know, would you just come?" There's something in her voice I don't like.
"Is everything okay?" I frown. God, I hope this is not her trying to break up with me again because Ben is a problem.
I also don't want to lead whoever is following me to her.
"There's something we have to talk about. I can't do it on the phone."
So something is wrong.
"Okay, I'll let you know when I'm on my way."
"Bye."
I don't like the feeling settling in my gut. What could have changed in the two weeks since we last saw each other? I know we're supposed to stay away from each other for her and everyone's safety, so it can't be that.
The day seems to drag on, my worry increasing as the hours go by. I sit in meetings without really knowing what is being discussed, because I'm utterly bored, too. I should maybe consider the courtroom and not the boardroom.
I drive to the hotel, another car following me.
"Hi, can you organise me a taxi, but that can pick me up at the back entrance?" I ask at reception.
"Of course sir, do you have a specific time frame?" The lady asks, probably used to guests asking to not be seen in the front.
"I can be downstairs in fifteen minutes."
"Got it, sir."
I take a record shower, and get dressed in more casual attire before making my way back downstairs, the receptionist telling me that the taxi is already waiting at the back entrance through the kitchen.
I text Madison that I'm on my way, a smile on my face. Even though something is up, I still get to see her, and that's all I need right now.
I tell the taxi to stop a block from her parents' place, just for safety.
Call it intuition, or my training, but I can feel something is off from a mile away when I start walking, my senses hyper aware of my surroundings.
I hear the motorcycle approach, hear the bike slowing down, and when I look into the street, the driver has a gun.
Pointing right at me.
"Everybody get down!" I shout to the pedestrians around me, ducking behind a car just as the shots go off.
People around me are screaming, and somewhere a baby is crying.
I get up when the driver stops shooting and accelerating again, running after the fucker to get a plate, but nothing.
Whoever it is, is no fucking amateur as he woves through the traffic to get away.
I immediately get my phone out of my pocket and call Madison.
"Are you safe? Are you home?" I ask calmly, not betraying the situation.
"Yes, I'm waiting for you." She answers hesitantly. "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing. Don't leave the house, whatever you do, do not leave. Do you understand!"
"Miguel, did something happen!" She sounds frantic now. "Where are you!"
"I'm safe." I sigh. "I'm not seeing you tonight, mouse, keep your phone on."
I call T.J. next.
"Cargill." He answers.
"I just got shot at a block away from the Smith residence." I tell him. "Can you come see me? I'm staying at the Wyatt, is there other protection for Madison?"
"What the fuck?"
"Yes, it was definitely a professional hit. But how the fuck did they know where I would be?"