“Rinaldi left his estate twenty minutes ago. Deadleg and a few other’s are tailing him. He’s got a convoy headed straight for your shipyard.”
God f*****g damn it. The old man was right. Rinaldi’s greed was trying to rob us blind.
I walked briskly toward the table, picking up the bill and signing it, leaving a hefty.. very hefty.. tip for Evelyn. I wasn’t sure what all she needed, but hopefully the grand I had in my pocket would treat her well for now. I didn’t have time to wait for them to run a card.
The burning rage— one I recognized in the unfamiliarity of all my feelings for Evelyn Adair— boiled up inside of me. Rinaldi was one brave motherfucker to think he could steal from my family.
As Peter and I headed toward’s Rex, I quizzed him. “How many?”
“Three SUV’s. Potentially twel
