My eyes narrowed before a dry laugh left me. “Good for him. Now, I am working. Get out.”
She didn’t move. “I am sure you know me too well by now. Talk to Akim and solve this, because this will put Konstantinov in a tight spot.”
I snatched the phone from her hand and pressed it to my ear. “What happened?”
Akim’s voice came through at once. “Boss, there has been a setup.”
“What kind of setup? And why am I only hearing about this now? What was the fucking business and where?”
“It was a gold deal from Cuba.”
“Gold Deal?” My grip on the phone tightened, and my eyes cut to Grandmother. She was involved in this. It had been her idea to push a jewelry business as a side operation in Florida. “Deals I don’t fucking know about?”
“Dmitri—”
“Send me the full details. Every hand that touched this and their pockets. Do you realise you left the business wide open? And you didn’t call me?”
“I’m sorry, boss.”
I ended the call and tossed the phone aside. My gaze locked on Grandmother. “Gold?”
She held her ground, grabbing the phone. “You blocked himfrom the family business. You know Dmitri itches to work, so he was trying a different business.”
I scoffed. “I must be a fool to you. You think I’m not aware of your hand in the jewelry business?”
Her chest rose as she drew a slow breath. “Don’t lecture me. Now, did you ask how he got injured?”
“I don’t care.”
“Well, I care because if you don’t find who set a bomb in his car, I will. Even if I have to die.” Her voice didn’t shake. She turned and left me with the weight of her words hanging in the air.
A bomb?
The thought burned as I snatched the phone again and called Akim. He picked up on the first ring. “How was he captured?”
“There was a bomb in his car, which he wasn’t aware of.”
My jaw locked. That was their play? They were so desperate to strap explosives to a car to draw him out?
“You must have had a clue with this. Who was he working with? Who was involved?”
“I have forwarded the details to your email. One of them is a politician. He had a hand in it.”
“Why was he working with politicians?”
“It was a clean deal, sir.”
“Clean?” Heat surged through my chest. “A clean deal does not end with a man in chains. Do you think I am that stupid?”
“I’m sorry, boss.”
“What’s his status?”
“Head injury. They are keeping him locked in a warehouse. I can’t access the cameras inside.”
I dragged a hand across my face. This was bad, worse than it sounded. One wrong move and the police would close in.
“Move anything necessary to the safe house,” I ordered Akim. “No one comes out until I say so. Am I clear?”