Page 29 of Saved By A God
“A meeting about putting a gym in your fortress,” Enzo replies.
“Ha ha.” I look at Riccardo. “What’s it about?”
“Just a meeting with the cartel. Enzo is coming as backup. Nothing serious.”
My temper, which I seldom lose, flares hot through me. “The hell? And you weren’t going to tell me?”
Not giving a flying fuck about my hair, I dart up and grab my tablet. “Where?”
“Don’t worry…” Enzo starts, but I silence him with a glare, then he reluctantly answers, “The abandoned plant on Railroad Avenue.”
“No!” I cut my hand through the air. “There are no cameras there.”
“That’s why the cartel chose the location,” Riccardo says.
“So I can’t see who’s there and how they kill the two of you.” I grab my phone and central remote and stalk to the door. “You will wait until I give you the all-clear.”
“Rosie.” Enzo catches up to me. “You’re in the middle of a fucking haircut. We’re taking half an army.”
“I don’t care.” When Alessio sees me coming, he quickly opens the door.
“Rosie!” Enzo snaps angrily, and it has me swinging around.
“Don’t you dare lose your temper. It’s my job to keep you all alive, and I can’t do that if you all sneak off to meetings with the goddamn cartel.”
I climb into the backseat of the SUV. “If you make a move without my say-so, I will shut down the entire grid. Test me, Enzo. I dare you.”
“You’re overreacting.”
I level him with another glare while I yank the door shut.
Alessio starts the engine, and during the drive back to the fortress, I try to rein in my anger.
A few years ago, Augusto and Christiano were ambushed on their way to a meeting with the cartel. I wasn’t informed about that meeting either.
That’s why I’m pissed off.
The men take reckless chances, and an ambush can easily be avoided if they just let me do my damn job.
As soon as I’m back in my control center, I send two recon drones to the plant on Railroad Avenue.
One keeps watch directly above the building while the other checks the surrounding blocks.
The feeds stream onto my monitors, and I begin clearing the area for any potential threats.
Suddenly, one of my screens flashes red as an alert comes through, and I dial Enzo’s number.
“What?” he answers, his tone tight.
“There are three bratva soldiers at a gas station not even five miles from the plant.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. How do things look at the plant?”
I don’t find anything out of place, and when two cars pull up, some of the men look up at the drone, and I get clear shots of their faces.
“The cartel just arrived. Besides the bratva, nothing seems to be out of place.”
Without saying another word, Enzo ends the call, and I slump back in my chair. Then my gaze falls on the screen with the information of the three bratva soldiers, and I sit up again.
