APOV
"Where do you need to be?" I calmly ask when all I want to do is scream. "I need to be down in the East Village, but my guess is you're going to the Warehouse District or the Lower East. Right?"
"I'm going to be in Harlem actually, Kitten," He gulps.
"Great, we'll drop you off and then I will take the car."
"Kitten, I think we should call someone to drive you. You're upset and I don't feel comfortable with you driving through the city when you're like this."
"Is that and order, Sir?" I snap.
He lets out an unusually long breath then says nothing more, my guess is that he thinks that I am pregnant again but I'm not, we haven't had any luck recently. Every time I fall pregnant we miscarry before the end of the first trimester. I can't go through that anymore so I started getting the Depo Shot behind his back, Emily recommended that I start on birth control because it was upsetting my mental health when I was doing so well. I'm pretty sure she meant talk it over with Christian but I went to Erica and told her what Emily said and she didn't question it. If he finds out I am in so much shit.
Fuck, Jair wants to know everything. I mean being that one on his own has always been hard for him but to know everything. Christian and I talked it over when I was pregnant with the triplets that we wouldn't bring them into the world of darkness until they were sixteen. Yeah, nine years and three months too early for Jeremiah. Christian should know this, god I want to kill him right now so I lean back and pout.
"I will have Heller drive you down to where you need to be, I am going to call Emily and book you an appointment for tomorrow. Kitten, your moods are concerning and we don't want you to slip," Christian coos.
I slump further down in my seat, pouting like our six year olds. The drive feels so much longer then it ever has before, my mind travelling at five hundred miles an hour to every bad possibility that could happen.
We pull up outside of a new restaurant that we are building up in Harlem, fitting it for both sides of business. It is inexpensive for the people who will be primarily eating here and looks like a fifties diner, it's our new chain. Fifties, we have at least eight in every city we primarily deal in for both businesses and I love them.
I follow Christian inside to the construction crews, Elliot is there with Jude and Noah who have been working with the construction part of the legal businesses we have. Noah comes over and hugs me, he looks tired but that is what happens when you have a very active four year old daughter.
"You don't have to work Noah," I say.
"I like working, and I am only working when Boston is at school. She was really excited this morning, the little bugger was up at four," He smiles.
"What time did she have to be at school?"
"Eight, Callie wasn't very pleased."
"She is just out of her first trimester, you know that she will be tired dealing with a four year old, pregnant with your second and prepping for the wedding."
"Were you tired?"
"More then you can imagine, just always remember to look out for her, care for her and love all of them."
Christian comes over and joins the little party, hugging our son and ruffing up his hair. I laugh at them, both going after the others hair. It is like their prize possession.
"How is my favourite granddaughter, Boston?" Christian teases.
"Your only one so far, don't put ideas in her head," I scold.
"She's great dad, I want to show you downstairs, Uncle Elliot let me design and work on it with my own little team while him and Jude worked on the main floor and upstairs," Noah smiles, proud of himself. "I also have to talk to you about the shipments that just arrived from Mexico, Peru and Morocco; we have run into some issues with quality and things."
"That's all the new brands of cocaine, I was promised that they were high quality and worth trying by Genovese and Bonanno. Fuck, if they fucking lied!" Christian growled.
"Well, I am new to the cocaine, mostly I need your input but Gia Marano said that it seemed low. I don't know, I liked the loan sharking and weapon's trafficking much better then this. Can I go back?"
"We'll talk later," Christian says, Heller walks up to us. "Heller, take my wife anywhere she wants to go today and don't question her. She will tell me anything and everything if she feels mistreated."
"Of course, Mr. Grey," Heller says.
I follow him out to an awaiting SUV, half an hour from the restaurant to a different restaurant in the East Village where Luke is waiting for me, I don't wait for Heller to let me out I just go and meet Luke. He is smiling when he peaks in my oversized purse to see the weapons I have stashed. Two guns and seven extra clips that are loaded, you can't be to careful.
We sit in one of the back booths, he pulls out a folder from his brief case. It looks like two people having a breakfast work meeting, something we have mastered. Although Christian and I own this restaurant the patrons talk to newspapers and if they don't know who Luke is it can get rumours started. We ran into that issue three years ago and Christian nearly killed Luke.
"What do you have?" I ask once the waitress takes our orders and pours the coffee. "Do you have him or just know where he is?"
"I looks like he is following you. I have had guys intercept his email's, mail and phone calls and he sends photos of you doing everything normal in a day to, well the who is not important. Since he is following you, we know that he always is close and we have a team of thirty on him. Flynn is also reaching out to him, trying to form an alliance. Since we are the ones putting him undercover all the time there is no link to us," Luke explains.
"Right, but Flynn is usually set in with the Irish because he is."
"But Rhian is of hispanic decent, she is the key in and last I heard was that it was working. What do you want us to do once we get him?"
"I don't give a fuck about the time or where I am, call me immediately and get him somewhere no one will find him and where he can't escape from. If you can, try and get him up to the Fifties Diner we have in New Haven, it is far enough from here no one will link it and we don't have anything in New Haven."
"Are you going to kill him?"
"Once I have all my answers I will, Carla and Stephan are clearly still interested in me and I need to protect my family."
"Christian still doesn't know?"
Our waitress returns to top up our coffee's then is right back with our meals. I love the breakfast wraps that they make here and their homemade yogurt, well the recipe is mine so I better love it. I can always tell if they fuck it up and I am never afraid to correct them, the new people always get upset when I correct their recipes but one call to Christian and the manager sorts all that out, every time.
"How was I supposed to tell Christian that when he went to San Diego last winter Jack came here, threatened me and the kids and gave me a letter outlining the plans he had for each member of the family and me? Jose is tipping them off and we need to end that."
"You already killed Jack," Luke teases.
I blush, "I should have done worse, I think he got off really easy. Don't you?"
"You cut off his ears, fingers, toes and dick before you gouged his eyes and slit his throat. What more could you have done?"
"I don't know, that was only my second kill, I just kind of copied what Christian and Elliot did the first time I saw them torture someone. Do we need me for anything else?"
"You're in charge of the girls in Queens, I think we should pay them a surprise visit today because there are some trouble makers."
"There are always trouble makers, Luke. We never have a perfect batch."
"Yeah, well one of them fought back."
You see spit takes in movies and television shows all the time, not once did I expect to do one in person but some bitch thought it was smart enough to fight back, wow. I mean there is stupidity in the world but this cunt must have no self want to live. Luke looks grim, like there is something more that he isn't saying. I wipe my face with the cloth napkin and set everything down on the table.
"Anything else, Sawyer?"
"She used your name, she asked for you."
"What?"
"Come."
We get up and head for the door, our waitress who is clearly very new, tries to stop and ask us to pay; however, one of the older waitresses stops her and lets us leave. That girl better watch herself and learn fast is she wants to keep her job.
Luke and I go on his motorcycle out to Queens, I just told Heller to go back to Christian and tell him that Luke can drive me around. I know that Christian will flip out later but I don't care, he can spank me all he wants I need to do what I do and he needs to work on what he is.
We pull up in front of the warehouse, I hate coming to these places unless I really have to because they stink and are filthy. Especially with the new ones, they are down in the basement where it is filthy and reeks but it is for their training. The more trained they are, the nicer area they get to live in when off duty. The top floor here isn't great but is livable, more so then the basement. The large open area on the main level is for training, they are in the middle of it right now and I can see that there are some fast learners. I wave over Kelley, she is one of the people who overseas everything with her husband.
"Hey Ana, how goes it? You heard about our wild one?" She smiles.
"I'm great, except for this bit of information. Where is she?"
"Come with me."
Luke and I follow her three floors underground where the rooms that the girls occupy are cells with no bed, one toilet, sink and a sleeping bag on the floor with not pillow. These girls need to learn their place, that is what Christian told me when he handed this area more over to me unless I need help. We get to the far end and I can see the girl kneeling in the middle of her cell, hands bound behind her, blindfold on. She has long brown hair, a shade or so darker then mine and is only wearing white cotton panties with holes and a grey tank top.
"You used my name which means you got yourself entrapped by my people on purpose but I want to know how you know me and what you want," I say in my most authoritative voice I can muster. "Talk now."
"Ana, mom is coming for you and they have been sending out spies for years. They are coming in a couple weeks once their gang is organized. They branched off of Jose, he's been helping them set up a huge organization that has at least five thousand people in it at this point. Ana, please listen and remember," The girl pleads.
Kelley unlocks the door and I walk in, Luke tries to stop me but one look makes him step back. The mom look, I have learned that every child and man is victim to it. The look works wonders on Christian and the kids when I am not in the mood for anything.
I pull off her blindfold and she looks up at me, her dark sapphire blue eyes meet my sky blue ones. I rush to untie her hands and hug her tight, even though it means being down on the filthy floor. I take out the extra dress I always carry with me out of my bag and help her take the tank off and pull the dress on. We're both a crying mess.
Leila, my sister. I haven't seen her since we were twelve, we made a deal that if we ever had an opportunity to run that we would take it with our without the other. She ran two and a half years before me. We said to head east, but we must have gone different places because I tried to find her. I have always tried to find her. My sister, twin sister. I don't want to let her go, she seems to be in the same mood because we are clinging tightly to each other.