I just knew with Nair’s latest lengthy disappearance the bad blood seemed to have died down.
But now I had a very bad feeling mostly because I had no idea my father knew Drake Nair and I didn’t like him, his history, his hatred of Knight Sebring and the coincidence this all was right now sitting in my father’s office.
“You’re a fool, you go after that again,” Dad told him.
I moved across the room to Dad’s grubby windows, pretending their discussion mattered little to me but doing that listening closely and fearfully.
“Don’t give a shit the protection the brother has. They’re tight. The brother gone, that’d sting,” Nair returned. “Easy hit. Whack Nick. Deliver a big blow to Sebring. Seriously, Vincent, you cannot have a problem with that.”
I fought hard to keep breathing, looking out the window, hoping I was giving the appearance their conversation wasn’t that interesting to me when now I was listening so hard it was a wonder my ears weren’t bleeding.
“Our histories, respect, you sitting there,” Dad said. “You talk stupid shit, Drake, I don’t have time for that.”
I felt the tension in the room rise and looked to Nair because of it.
His face was twisted with distaste. “Was *, you backin’ down from that years ago.”
Very much not good.
Dad would not like being called *.
It was time for Gill to be involved in this scenario.
I moved two steps from the window, sliding my purse off my shoulder, my eyes glued to Nair.
I felt my father’s gaze and looked to him.
He seemed reflective as he studied me for a few moments before he shook his head.
I nodded, moved the strap of my purse back up my shoulder and stepped back.
Dad looked again to Nair. “I showed you respect. You wanted time, a meet, I gave it to you. You sit in my office and not give that back?”
“My shit got fucked right along with yours, the Feds shut that down,” Nair returned.
The Feds?
What on earth?
“I need resources if I wanna make Sebring hurt,” Nair said.
“This is not my problem,” Dad replied.
“The resources I need are not money. I got that and I’m good with givin’ it up,” Nair stated then stressed, “A lot of it.”
Surprisingly, Dad didn’t deign to respond to that.
“Take him down, when I get those bitches he stole from me back, I’ll cut you into a percentage of his gash,” Nair bartered.
Dad glanced at me before he sat back and declared, “We’re done.”
Nair glanced over his shoulder at me. Looking into my eyes but for the briefest moment, he took in my breasts and hips before he looked back at Dad.
“Word is your girls ain’t stupid. They know easy money and easy money to be made off *.”
My lip curled.
“You have daughters one day, come back and repeat that,” Dad shocked me by saying.
I was not shocked because Dad was in that business. He wasn’t, never was and I knew that.
I was just shocked that he was intimating he wasn’t because of his daughters.
He shocked Drake Nair too. And amused him. I knew by the noise of the incredulous hoot Nair made.
“We’re done, Nair,” Dad decreed, doing it appearing bizarrely like he was getting antsy. “I’ve got a meeting with my daughters.”
“I’ll come back, you come to your senses,” Nair said, pushing up from his chair.
“I would suggest it isn’t me who needs to come to my senses. Both the Sebrings are untouchable and that’s been demonstrated to you especially because Knight Sebring has made that point personally and repeatedly.”
Well, at least that was a relief.
“We partnered up good in the past, Vincent, repeatedly,” Nair retorted. “Both of us did well workin’ together.”
They did?
That was news to me.
Unhappy news.
Nair wasn’t finished.
“And it’d be smart you don’t forget that because word is, you haven’t been smart much for a long time and you need good partners and you have since Leon put you in your place.”
I held my breath.
No one, not a soul, mentioned Leon Jackson to my father.
No one.
Dad’s voice was rumbling with contained fury when he said to me, “Our guest has lost his way to the door, Olivia. You can call Gill now to show him that way.”
“Valenzuela finally stops fuckin’ around, chews you up, spits you out,” Nair hissed, jerking his finger through the air at Dad with each “you,” he then turned and jerked it to me. “Valenzuela puts you on the auction block, I’m buyin’. Cover you in my cum then make that * work for me.” He turned back to Dad. “And everyone in Denver knows Valenzuela’s biding his time. That shit’s gonna go down. Make no mistake. Only one who’s in denial about that is you. You hearin’ me?”
“Our history,” Dad whispered, “gives you sixty seconds to get your fat ass out my door.”
“Fuck you,” Nair spat. “You had the balls to do it, you’d—”
I was desperately tugging my phone out of my purse.
I was too late.
Nair stopped talking because Dad pulled the gun out of his desk.
“Right,” Nair taunted, grinning an oily grin.
I quickly searched for Gill’s contact on my phone.
The door opened.
Georgia started in.