“Do you think your threats scare me?” I breathed out a laugh.
“You should be. The last woman who crossed me is buried under concrete so deep, she’ll rot there for eternity. Did I mention she was alive when I buried her?”
“Is that supposed to impress me? Or scare me? Because honestly, Elias, I’m bored.”
“We’ll meet when you least expect it.” Click.
“Paige, this is too dangerous,” Parker said.
“I need to hide you and your brothers and their families while I’m gone. Do you have a boat?”
“My dad does.”
“Round up everyone, including your moms, and take the boat out for the day. Wait for my call. Simon has men posted outside your father’s hospital room, so he’ll be safe.”
While Parker walked away and called his brothers, I reached into my bag, pulled out a small tracker, activated it, and held it in my hand.
“We’re meeting at the marina in thirty minutes,” Parker said. “I’m riding with Julian.”
I turned my hand over and opened it. “I need you to keep this on you at all times.”
“Is that a tracker?” His brows furrowed.
“Yes. I can keep track of your location on my phone. Whatever you do, don’t lose it.”
“I won’t.” He took it from me and placed it in his pants pocket. “Please be careful.” His hands gripped my hips.
“I always am.” I lightly smiled.
I waited until Parker climbed into Julian’s car, then slid behind my own wheel and punched in Carson Dewberry’s address into the GPS. Dialing Gabriel, I waited for him to answer.
“What’s up, Paige?”
“I need a visual of Carson Dewberry’s house. I’m on my way there now.”
“Pulling it up now,” he said. “There’s an electric gate at the entrance, flooded with cameras. When you get close, I’ll hack into his security system and shut it down. You’re going to have to climb that gate.”
“Elias called me, Gabriel.”
“What? What the hell did he say?”
“He’s coming after Parker and me himself. I sent Parker and his family on their father’s boat for the day while I take care of business. If Elias is hiding out on that houseboat, this could all be over in a matter of a few hours.”
“Let’s pray he’s there.”
I parked my car on the curb, a few houses down from Carson Dewberry’s. Placing my earpiece in, I told Gabriel I was approaching. His house, a glass mansion, was nestled on the hillside.
“Security system is down,” Gabriel said.
I climbed over the gate, pulled my gun from my back, and slowly approached his house.
“There’s a service door around the side to your left,” Gabriel said.
I jimmied the lock, and I was in. A long hallway stretched before me as I quietly moved inside, listening for Carson.
“Paige, a car just pulled up. I had to turn the security system back on.”
“That’s okay. I’m in. Is it Carson?”