“Exactly.”
“Okay. I’m stopping by your house. Hopefully Aunt Antonia has more lasagna.” Frankie stands and follows Emilio out.
I turn to Jake and find him smiling at me. “What?”
“You’re good at that.”
“At what?”
“Dealing with kids.”
“Being friends with you and Bradley gave me plenty of practice talking stupid teenagers out of doing stupid things.” I laugh.
Chapter Twenty-Four
It’s been a week since I asked Aaron to send that email. He did it today. It just landed in my inbox. Now it’s time to watch the Levine accounts. Once they start selling off stocks, shit will drop. I doubt the idiots will even realize they’re causingtheir own downfall. I have a program set up to monitor all their transactions over the next forty-eight hours, taking videos and screenshots.
I can also log into their emails and see what’s been read. Bradley’s father has already emailed their broker with instructions to sell quickly. The broker is a little smarter. He warns Mr. Levine about the risk of following up on that tip. True to his asshole self, Mr. Levine does not take kindly to being told what he should do and makes it clear he wants to sell.
I print a copy of the emails. I’m not sure how much more proof the authorities will need when it comes to insider trading. But I’ll have plenty of it.
I’m eager to watch the houses fall, one by one. I have to be smart, though. This might work for the first family, but I’ll have to come up with different plans for each of the others. And play it out over a few months. I can’t hit them all at once. The fact the Levines are about to be investigated will send the others into a frenzy.
There’s a knock at my door. When I look up, it’s the last person I expected to see. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“We need to talk,” Bradley says, walking into my office and closing the door.
“I have nothing to say to you.”
“Well, I have shit to say to you.” He sits down. “I didn’t know.”
“You didn’t know what?”
“That your parents were being hit. That you were being targeted. You know I don’t get told much when it comes to The Court,” he insists.
I stare at him. I don’t know what conversations he’s had with his father. I also don’t care. I don’t trust him and no longer want him as part of my inner circle.
Brad runs a hand through his hair. “The Carnegie estate got hit this morning. Didyouknow?”
“Why would I know anything about that?” I counter.
“It was the De La Sangre Cartel. They went in, shot the old man’s wife in front of him, and then shot him.”
“Carnegie’s dead?” I ask, shocked. That wasnotpart of my plan. What the fuck is Emmanuel doing?
“His son is coming into town tonight.”
“His son is a moron.” I sigh. I really don’t want to be dealing with Logan Carnegie. He’s a forty-year-old playboy who’s never worked a day in his life. Although it will make it easier to bring down his empire.
“You didn’t know that your girlfriend’s uncle was hitting them?” Brad questions.
“She’s not my girlfriend. And no.” I’m not lying. Jazzy is not my girlfriend. She’s my fiancée. She might not have a ring on her finger yet, but she will soon.
“Right, well, whatever is happening between you two, you should know they’re watching.”
“What do you mean?” I play dumb. I know they’re fucking watching. I know exactly how these old bastards work.
“Like I said, my father doesn’t tell me shit when it comes to you. But I’ve heard her name mentioned here and there when he’s been on the phone. Whatever they’re planning, they are going to come after her.” Bradley stands. “Make sure you don’t let them get to her.”