UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 241 – 250
I tap my fingers on the wheel as Reid lights his third cigarette. Now I’m getting bored. I badly wanted to call Ariel, but I decided to play it cool. Since she left my place last night, I only called her once to check on her shoulder.
She still sounds pissed, making me feel guilty because I tried to make sure she’s okay. I think she’d choose her father over me because of what I did. I sigh and lean my head against the headrest of the car seat.
“You fought with her, right?” Reid asks.
“Yeah. Found out Sinclair’s her father. So fucking stupid.”
“Hell no.”
“Hell yes. Her mother is Ariana. Same lady the Russians killed.”
“Did she tell you that? About Sinclair being her father?”
“Yeah, she told me. Got DNA proof. And her supposed parents proved her right. This sucks.” I stretch my hand and take the cigarette from Reid.
“So what you’re gonna do? About Ariel being Sinclair’s daughter. I’m really sorry about that.”
“I don’t really know. They wanna hang out. Father-daughter fucking bonding. This shit sucks.”
I inhale the cigarette and exhale it out. I give it back to Reid and look out the window.
There he was. One of Moskov’s most trusted men. I need to end this shit once and for all.
I watch him walk down the sidewalk and get out. I stick my hands inside my jacket pockets and follow him from behind. I pull out my gun and press the barrel against his back. I feel his muscles tense as he slows down his steps.
“Keep walking, Alberto,” I whisper, pressing the barrel into his back harder.
“Fuck, Gray,” he mutters and walks slowly.
“Don’t try to play smart. There are about three snipers on these roofs watching you. One wrong move, and you won’t be breathing anymore. Walk like a fuckin’ person.”
I motion for him to move, the gun still pressed against his back. He takes a defeated breath and continues walking.
Reid drives in and slows down the car close to the sidewalk.
“The car,” I say.
“What?”
“Get in the fuckin’ car,” I mutter.
He sighs and walks to the car. I open the passenger-side door for him and push him inside.
Reid points his gun at him as he freezes more.
“Be a man, Alberto,” Reid tells him.
I handcuff both his wrists and shut the door. I slide into the backseat as Reid starts driving.
UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 241 – 250
“I’m asking you for the last time, Alberto, where the fuck is Moskov?” I yell at this badly bruised man.
He’s got a black eye, a torn lip, an almost bruised cheek, and a broken nose. Yet he isn’t saying a word.
“Let’s kill this fucker, Gray,” Reid says as he cocks his gun.
“We need Moskov’s new whereabouts, and he’s the only one who can tell us. I want him dead, or he’s gonna regroup,” I say.
“Are you gonna fuckin’ talk or not? I’m shooting you if you don’t speak. Where’s your boss?” Reid asks.
Alberto smirks and spits on Reid’s face. I glare at him, and he chuckles.
Before I can stop Reid, he already pulls the trigger.
“Shit,” I mutter and run my fingers through my hair.
“Fuckin’ bastard,” Reid cusses and wipes his face.
“How the fuck are we gonna find Moskov?”
“He was never gonna talk, Gray. Fuckin’ Omertà .”
UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 241 – 250
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